tagNon-Erotic PoetryWar Of Mud And Bones

War Of Mud And Bones

byvampiredust©

Craters filled with trinkets line the road
like offerings to a distant god. Old photos,
rusted medals and unspent bullets wait

for someone to come, but only the wind
nuzzles them. It wasn't always like this.
Men, horses and carts once trudged along

the road, watched by the rain and clouds.
Their backs were bent under the weight
of duty, slowly eroding under the memories

that would never appear. Man after man
would fall and another would take his place,
it was a journey from the absurd to the sublime

but no-one ever made it to the end.

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