The Melodies of War

The blinders of dwarfs meet

The kindnesses of strangers

Just there on a darkling plaintext.

The melodies of war.

The blunderbuss of war

Lingered long after the settlement

Was secured by armored cars

And a far cry from smooth-

Flowing diaphany

Epiphanous robes and burgundy-

Scented scarves. Once a story.

Melodious wars.

Once a story is invented,

It can't be sent back to the cook.

We try to go on living

Closed lives and smooth*.

Invent a story**, you can change it.

Change it. We can, etc.

But you can't take it back.

The melodies of wars.

3 Blind Mice