The Executioner

 

Pushing it

fast

past

this concrete

rubble jungle.

Straight out

into night.

Sky lights,

feel the rumble.

High,

but I’m alright,

despite

the narrative.

There’s

care

in the

words,

but they’re

not

the imperative.

Switch

from water

to wine.

Assaulter,

to caught

behind

enemy lines.

Times

change

faster

than hands

to

the slaughter.

Remember

it used

to be

laughter.

Now

we serve

new masters.

Tragedy

after

disaster.

What

do we

matter?

The same

way

we’ve

always been.

Here

in the

morning,

waiting on

the Sun

again.

The Executioner

is an

old friend.

One more

time,

around

the Sun.

Where

we’ve

always been.

 

 

HG – 2020

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