Tribal entrenched
members clubbed,
dismembering memories
of worthy, causes
baying of empathy,
long before the entry
of a bayonet recycled
their regret.
Banquets of beasts
feasting on broken bodies,
laid long the horizon
of lost language –
wisdom, lies still,
too weak to war.
Finally, skinless smiles
speak as one – we all lost.
