As we heartlessly
Skewered our wayward foes
And peeled away
The layers, of far-gone brothers

Fragile strangers
Were our treasured prey
The plentiful feast
Sprawled before, our hawkish eyes

For we’ve buried
Our frail sense of dismay
Beneath, the bloodied mounds
Of our pale

And long-forgotten triumphs

© William L. Wright, Jr.

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