Within This March
amassed
hands rise outstretched
they're granted
insignificance as they touch.
within this march
tribes are juxtaposed
delicate bodies dispersed,
cast abroad
under an infinite sky.
within this march
their many tamed, somnolent beasts
lie in limp dead circles
disarranged, and softly sleeping
amid droves of
lingering, nameless hosts.
within this march
ominous gods
have drugged
following legions
with simulacra of
perfection.
within this march
emboldened and vain
is an outcry
of a strange storm,
a maelstrom of form
a violent tempest of
disintegration against
manifestation.
within this march
sovereign lords
believe all things change
and still remain perfect.
Copyright © William Green | Year Posted 2011
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