
Another Channel (graphic art)

The old man cried as the yellow half-moon murmured to the birds. The birds squeaked and squawked a beautiful song, but it didn’t stop the wise man from weeping.
“Why do you cry?” I asked him.
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God help us all – the army marches
toward the town, big boots breaking
hard winter ground, a sound
so horrible we clasp our ears
our worst fears coming alive –
they call these men “peacekeepers,”
& i scoff – they don’t want peace,
but to tear us to pieces
bloody bits splattered on cabin walls
the end of our lives for sure,
we’re sure when the first machine gun
rattles like a diseased lung
we’ll melt into the red earth
(Photo by Beat Schuler on Unsplash)