The Last War Like
Sparks
crossing silent
skid the air...
We are the chance for war
and imagine some, or maybe all of us,
gone in his own glory
blazing.
Each a personal vision
like hell.
Our beliefs,
no more horrible than orbiting
within range of an uncontrollable sun.
A merely sooner tiring of human tensions.
We cannot refuse,
for what remains may be a knowing
never moving to this end a second time.
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