Where have the great games
of childhood gone?
Father and son
tossing the grenade
Little sister skipping
over ***** traps
Somehow, someway
we reached a cease fire
in the "eleventh hour
of the eleventh day
of the eleventh month"
Not sure which of us
was gaslighted
in the eerie orange
of shoreline blood
and the unsettled darkness
"You were right, I was wrong."
read the treatise
Somewhere, someway
an airplane missing
for nearly a century
descends from the clouds
and touches down
in an empty field
The fallen souls
of weaponry
unload on the tarmac
Let the games begin...
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
Where have the great games
of childhood gone?
Father and son
tossing the grenade
Little sister skipping
over ***** traps
Somehow, someway
we reached a cease fire
in the "eleventh hour
of the eleventh day
of the eleventh month"
Not sure which of us
was gaslighted
in the eerie orange
of shoreline blood
and the unsettled darkness
"You were right, I was wrong."
read the treatise
Somewhere, someway
an airplane missing
for nearly a century
descends from the clouds
and touches down
in an empty field
The fallen souls
of weaponry
unload on the tarmac
Let the games begin...
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