timed and timed again

timed and timed again
rolled into last ocean I darkness
fought for by the run for it
I infidel in season can still be I
not ruled by laws of odium
nor the selfish the small in eye
mirrors glued to the wall
will not matter
I find no peace here
where the living is in retreat

this old country is elegy only soon
songs lost amongst the failing foothills
where forests turn into scars
gasping rivers and diversity lost
lost to the highest bidder
the god planners skulk in trenches
plead right of interpretation
while I infidel I can hear no plan
in the echo of a dream's demise

(February 20 2018)



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-02-21 at 05:43

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