My heart melting away
at the slightest touch of your kind discretion;
the reluctance of an unsure mind,
cold with construision.
First introductions, fond associations, Secular engagements,
all light and sound and smoke - Human relationships!
My child's carefree laughter,
the tender touch of his little hands,
a gentle flicker in the cold silence of my dead soul;
dead children, broken homes,
military tanks, torn nations.
Residuums, underclasses and redundant populations!
Modern times.
Rallies, Slogans, Rhetoric, Stone-pelting,
tear-gas-shells, Tears.
Broken promises,
Hopes betrayed,
Lost lives and lives lived like lost.
Textures of loss.
The discursive consciousness
of an existence torn-apart and spread out naked
over fences of barbed-wire.
An existence torn between Damnation and Despair.
Post-Human Societies.
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