of eyes
that look into the darkness where promises
percolate into strife
and in the background I heard
a sound not dissimilar
to a baby's gurgle - except
behind the mindless intent
there is not a search for language
rather
it is the abandonment of words -
a disregard for connection,
a wanton destruction for the sake
of constructed revenge -
and the headless bodies they collect
and the blood they drink like milk from the
breast
and the fear they seek to instill
is reminiscent of the horde of locust
ferocious
as it feasts upon its own green infancy
towards oblivion
or the rabbit that breeds itself into
destruction
and leaves behind wretched soil blown
into despair.
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