Two Poems
Toy Soldiers
Empty Streets
Emptier minds
Perfect LIttle Soldiers
being Perfect Little Citizens
breeding for the sake
of spreading their sick disease
spawning more Perfect Little Soldiers
who will be Perfect Little Citizens
who won’t bat an eye
as the world is on fire around them
but they’ll stay safely
on their Empty Streets
with Empty minds
Moirai
clutching strings
of what used to be ropes
fraying away
at my sense of self.
As if i’m not already gone ,
i hold the scissors to my throat
and contemplate letting go
of the tension
in what i thought was my home.
but what is truly just rubble
of walking corpses
with their cardboard boxes
of aspirations untouched.