A Door Remains Shut

A door remains shut
Thematically inseparable
From the general ordering a charge
Of his starving troops
They say the sound of war
Lasts longest
Until we all fall silent

The seconds tick by
Shallow graves
Dug by unseen hands
And the watchers
Become the watched
The haters
The hunted

A man’s last scream
A general tiredness
Of our senses
Our apathy apparent
To the woes
Wrought by us all

Tap your watch
And listen to its sound
Close your eyes
And imagine it stopping
When your grace falls short


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