Strange Meeting

[concerned mom 0]

It seemed that from Balota I escaped

Along some profound wide strip, long since planed

Through granites, though now only grass remains.

Yet also there encumbered walkers groaned,

Too red in tooth and claw to be bestirred.

Then, as I probed through, one sprang up, and stared

With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,

Lifting distressful hands, as to salute.

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, -

By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

With a thousand lives that vision’s face was grained;

Yet no sounds reached there from surrounding towns,

And no guns popped, or flares cause walkers moan.

‘Strange friend,’ I said, ‘here is no cause to mourn.’

‘None,’ said that other, ‘save the undone years,

The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,

Was my life also; I went hunting wild

After the wildest beauty in the world,

Which lies not red in bags, or silenced rounds,

But mocks the steady running of the hour,

And once uncanned, tastes richlier than here.

For by my hand many men have feasted,

And of my death some things have been left,

Which are other’s now. I mean the truth untold,

The pity of lost, and the hoards we stilled.

Now men will go content with what we toiled,

Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.

They will be swift with blood lust we possess.

Advancing, as humanity treks from progress.

Courage was mine, I had NVGS,

Wisdom was mine, I had GPRS:

To miss the march of this world fleeting

Into vain citadels that are walled by trees.

Then, when much blood had clogged their bus wheels,

I would loot the soda from them like sweet wells,

And lie with honest reprise that this is life;

So much sweeter than death is soda and strife.

But not through wounds in this life of cess,

Did I bleed out and body transgress.

I am the enemy you killed, my friend.

I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned

Yesterday through me as you fired and killed.

I typed “friendly;” but my hands were loath and cold.

Let us sleep now..’

[rottingcore 1]

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