Soul
"Soul"
In the place
where there was a gap
between the pines,
a war game went wrong.
they say,
the satellites
set it off, the intelligence
was corrupt,
putting golf balls,
off planet.
the wrong time
the wrong hole.
trigger finger
took out another soul;
all over a small island
like coverts, take out a child;
everyone called in,
a free fight for all
flying monkeys fever pitch
there goes your world.
triage
didn’t help at all.
the mother load
of shrapnel
the sitting
helpless,
watching all
the satellites,
flimsy debris
like dominoes
all fall.
in the dark times,
anxiety
won
over
appalled.
trigger finger
took out another soul;
all over a small island
like coverts take out a child,
everyone called in,
a free fight for all
flying monkeys fever pitch
there goes your world.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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