The gavel's Echo By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
From a narrow perspective, empires collapse.
Not because ofbreached walls, but far, far within.
In the aftermath of a gavel's echo, the moon shifts.
Leaving us in a constant effervescent imbalance.
There are soldiers pacing. Left, right, left, right.
Halting our progress in the arc we're set upon.
The sky is draining, like fleas upon our flesh.
Drab and scattered visions, unyielding to good intentions.
Brave soul slithers away, a python with no fangs.
He flees and fades into swollen glands of fallen visionaries.
Leashed curses wrench loose, boulders fall on empty heads.
We are more near to barbarism than we first guessed.
Fire, spreading, unfurling. Left, right, left, right.
Untie thesebonds, and we will watch them all burn.
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