Consumer visions framed as wisdom
or at least the pot at the end of the pursuit.
The only thing you can be sure of is someone's getting bombed.
The emergency teams checking for feet that still move inside the boots.
The planes, the artillery and the infantry can be heard loud and clear.
As can the heart beating and the lungs pumping air.
Things seem disjointed and weird.
Post traumatic stress taking over from prayers.
Dreams of peace, easily damaged soft tissue,
in the hands of hard bureaucracies.
Orders have been issued.
The sheep shift a few numbers and follow their odds
And agree to agree.
While roadside refugees with hearts of symmetry
Wander away from the bloodlust casulaties.
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