Ringer (Poem)


The sound of an ending
Remembers past fury
When tides were high
The world was at war

Overhead evil soared
With a Godly vantage
Clouds dropped bombs
Lands soon disappeared

The noise was constant
Organics and mechanics
Feet-forward, into battle
Raging fires swayed

Books went unwritten
With no eyes to read them
Friends in rabid dogs
As the water bowl dried

No crime to solve
As jails ran empty
The box had no picture
Just the sound of…

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