Untitled Poem #3

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

show me please

how this day will fall.

Grim Reaper dances through the streets

pockmarked

pitted

cratered

scent of death in the air.

Words were thrown

gauntlet down

little boys playing big boy games

never knowing the terror that would abound.

Seer

tears streaming down her cheeks

sits high upon the mountain

safe

secure

no fall out here

watching the destruction of this world.

Words were spoken

prophetic

they came to be

no one was saved

for no one would heed.

Mass destruction

madness bred into the lines

never again shall mankind move forward

destroyed by the pettiness

of tiny little men.

Oct. 18/18

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