08/08

“…Like hounds they hone their canines
Hawk eyed they troll the allied foe
Who will have the hankered Canaan?…”

I see the red boil in their spiteful gaze
I feel their guts contort in a hateful motion
I could touch the acrid tension in the stinging haze
Taste the loath that varnishes their emotion
Like hounds they hone their canines
Hawk eyed they troll the allied foe
Who will have the hankered Canaan?
The time is close on
Different savages – one steak
So claws are drawn and claims alike
A skirmish so absurd looms by
Howling in anticipation they wait.

I see their souls affectionately embrace
Their palms Yin and Yang in a perfect match
The scarlet in their veins not dissimilar
I see them sprawl under the same sun
They stomach the scorch on their dark skins
Tickling the tattoo of scars now fading
I hear their cordial jabber of such times before
A grotesque none wish to conjure once more.
Their eyes mirror a future conjoined
Of glee and merry by their warm kinship.
I see them peer into the fore future
The run has been compassionate yet
Weaned they won’t be until they win
But at what cost they ponder.

Maybe savage is our default configuration
We’ll scrape each others beings at the command of hungry masters
For supremacy inexistent even in our dreams.
Maybe history doesn’t have to jeer at our faces
Maybe experience has made our hearts pliable
That whoever takes the day still preserves their life
Maybe we’ll see the win in a loss
And all that will hold will be a love that is bold.

_Emm
Pc: _Dm Photography

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