Go Forth, Iii
And if we stream outside the city walls
to raise new gods, and burn the old,
it is simply quite incidental.
We might have destroyed them once
but did not.
We might destroy them now
but do not.
We surrounded them, screaming fiercely,
closed in on them, blades ready for the kill...
then shuddered, paused, stopped...
and retreated before their smirking unconcern.
As then, as always,
our purpose, very occasional, shrinks.
We bring great power,
yet it is a power kept from itself,
keeping itself from us.
We are many, but our weapons are dull.
Still, were they sharp
they would not be sharp enough,
theirs are far sharper,
they are, after all, theirs.
There is weakness at the root of us all.
They coolly calculate our demise
as slain Uriah,
betrayed at the gate.
24th March 2005
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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