The Infant, Poetry and Digital Art and Photography
The Infant
cocooned in the womb
that delays conception
would be drowned out by the frantic tattoo
of hearts marching to a fearful fugue
life cannot gain foothold
in a disturbed soil
a sharp inferno burns; flames honed to needles
caustic and cutting under the guise of therapeutics
a promise to cut out the poisonous air
nano Trojans
hide in metallic helices
the legions are famished
not satiated with the weathered
the sparse bones of the ancient
the Minute Men will feed
on the tender and yet unfurled
the cowardly traitors
will bear hollow virtue shields
to delay their own demise
the infant will not break seed
the young will not break bud
Achilles will run in circles
until his heel is ground
the Earth eroded
the embryo continues to gestate
within the womb that finds peace
when the land is allowed to settle again
petty warriors and tyrants defeat themselves
the infant will be remembered
the young cherished and protected
gentle conception allowed again
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