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.