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Jan. 3rd, 2019 @ 07:21 pm Poem - The Fallen Ones
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The poem “The Fallen Ones” was inspired by listening to the audiobook version of “The Stand” by Steven King.


The Fallen Ones

Who will bury the fallen ones
when the monsters gather round?
the streets are empty except for those
with intents seeking blood
behind the masques of ill intent
sporting smiles with straight teeth
and the taint of make-believe

chosen targets are seduced
the balm of comfort before the cut
seduction offered for the chance
to remove the loathsome ones
with one hand to stroke a back
selecting space to sink a sword
or the head held in reverence
before the last shot is then heard

the allies linger at the edge
or their bodies lay in the grave
considered to be equally bad
to the enemy with bloody knives
these are sharpened on perished souls
lost in the battle to survive
blood as oil to hone an edge
then turn around to the hunt again

in the end the uniforms
glitter brightly in the sun
testament to the sacred work
walk the streets with this reply
“please ignore the fallen ones
there is no one to bury them
humanity lost before it won
the monsters turned out to be us.”

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190103.
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