In the wake of an eternal winter
Came the rest of a thousand men,
Fresh and bountiful
with metal to spare
Casings hold a name and a moment,
Fresh daisy's spoke the full memory.
Buddings sprouted from barrels
Of rifles so bare
Cultures from every chunk of the earth held trees in their guts,
No lumber jack in sight,
Just interconnecting care
Prisoners share their secrets to pigeons like best friends
Passing the secrets on
But for a moment
For a measly moment
we were all one
The color of your skin and the place you were born in did not matter
The corpses of the world were mixed
A fertilizer that would make even the most racist and most fascist rulers
Look like mere dots on a map
This war bought the world
This war sold the world
But this war will never have it back
YOU ARE READING
Every Living Thing
PoesíaNature has many stories, beauty and blood, who's lonley and who loves, reconcile and recreation, completed towns and empty nations. Nature is pain, but nature is sweet, so take an eye through these eyes, and listen to its beat.
