A common age and a common name, how low we bow
to common pains, the like mistakes
dictated by complacency, familiar trembling aches
decaying the root of reason, the tides of time sweeping
swooning plops ashore in granite rhythm
sea of the wincing stewards of change
Past we roll, oblivious to the bloody sky
on common grounds, a constant state
Unsteady peace, fear into pieces
ambassadors of nuclear rage
particles bursting apart in frenzied glee
shrapnel, rusty screws, ball bearings
indignance and human decency
the cries of righteous suicide
as we rely on steady orders from unflinching leaders
ordained by rite
by authority of warring deities
Fear not, child
The ashes are bequeathed to the meek