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Whether …Or Not
If we could time travel. Why not go back to way back when.
Where/if we can blend with spirits
as friends Rise above the noise of battles untold.
And leave our enemies lifeless, cold, dead, empty shells.
Let buzzards feed on their bloated flesh.
Flies revel in the stench, fill the carcasses
with maggots until there’s nothing left
but let jacals feast on the bones.
Would we breach the void
Raise Hell And win
All the wars we lost in time
Bring back family and friends
Yet could not avoid when fate intervenes
to give our enemies the same.
But then as masters of the game.
We would shake off hurt and pain,
shed the death masks, reanimate our flesh,
breathe back life into our bones
overcome all fear and rise again.
Eventually cradle the tired souls who tired of death.
To break it down easy for those who’d remain lifeless.
And could not stomach the fight
for the right to continue to BE
And decided instead to exit, stage left.
No longer in pain, but no longer free.
Had decided pride and dignity,
were no longer a necessity.
for reasons we cannot explain.
Kissed the wind goodbye.
Laid down and died
And… WE/US
decided for a moment of silence
For those poor souls. To let them be
Not to create alarm/disbelieve
or cause greater harm and grief,
but to do our best to make amends.
Would we care to.
Would we overcome the grief
of things we could not change.
Would we dare to...
Or just sit quietly
as our rivers of tears fly
from swollen eyes
Through the space between us,
accompanied our quiet sobbing
…and let it rain
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