Armistice Song

The waves of my soliloquy, smash
Like a fragile man-o-war
On the rocks‎ of your eloquent entropy
We dance with words
Futile, embattled,
Furious, embittered

Our entrenched legions’ furore
Like a delicate dirge
On the lips of our prophets’ poetry
We dance with words
Fatigued, ‎estranged,
Forlorn, ‎entitled

Our canon salvos silenced‎, suddenly,
Like a hammer fall
On the ‎chains of our conflict – irony,
We dance with words
Reunited, belated,
Resolved, befriended

Patrik Gryst

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