The words are charged 

The actions replete

with blood spilt 

deliberately 
consciously

in the name of some 

principle 

the people 

send their first borns

to die 

over 
Over there 

Anywhere but here

there
was everywhere 
But the 
there’s have changed 
while the root cause remains.
We have not advanced past 

slavery and bondage 

inflicted by the few

on the backs of the 

many.
Yet

Our apologists
Official “strategists”
masquerade 

as “leaders” 

banning soldiers

from executing
their own coup, 
for now. 
How long is now? 

She said.
And so 

he wrote 

the song 

Got a check

in the mail
care of his
pathologically reliable 

surrogate sister. 
Unspeakable 

Knowing 

A pause 

Fleeting 

And —
She’s gone

again

like smoke.
He always knew it 

was coming, 

just could never 

get ready for it

so when it finally arrived,

she sighed, 

You worry too much

Oh it’s nothing,

you said,

hiding what you were really 

thinking 

which was fleeting

a vision 
you knew

you would

avert your eyes
As if turning away could prevent 

the inevitable from

happening 

at all.

Time eats up the works of man.

-H. Rider Haggard, 

She (She, #1)

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