A Kind of Love

We’re writing hieroglyphics for the next civilization to decipher Armageddon is brewed in the lab for children like us born in petri-dishes Raised like crops plugged amid weeds We downgrade to something less than human The weather forecast is hot under the collar Amid self elected rule A runaway economy fallen off the tracks We salvage what we can from the wreckage And build our shacks anew Missiles resemble fireworks at major festivities Love is a script written for puppet theatre Hate is a t-shirt mass printed, And worn to peace rallies and even weddings Boy soldiers give their lives needlessly to the killing fields I hugged my lover’s dead bones today In her memory like a bullet to the temple Alive, I buried her in a shallow grave, dug with my rifle as I returned fire I mark my final resting place next to hers To replenish the soil with a kind of love