The whispered earth is blood and bone
Beneath the ever-churning skies
That mourn our impassivity
These calls-to-action made of lies
For which we must give soon account
To shield the weak and grief atone
Yes us who crawl this cracking skin
Beneath which lays earth’s blood
And bone

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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