Whether ...Or Not

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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