Words will keep us together

Fiction, poetry and musings by Gregory T. Janetka

Two by two

there once was the moon
that lit the way for weary travelers
headed through a window but lost in a doorway.

there they sat and there they died,
for they ate of fear and drank of fear
and allowed it to become all consuming.

without regard for life,
without regard for all of the fancy words
that they oh so faithfully recited,
the other was terrifying.
the other was plotting,
out for nothing but destruction
and the only way to destroy
seemed to be to withdraw,
that is, if they had ever truly been anywhere where they weren’t.

And so it happened that 60, 70, 80 or more years were willingly allowed to once again return to ashes without serving any positive, worthwhile or even somewhat compelling end.

The way it has been is no answer for the way that it is.

-March 21, 2011

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