Fränz Müller

Above the Trenchline

The sky rained chaos like ash

Words, cruel worlds colliding

Widening the divide, crumbling pride to dust;

The gleam of savage teeth, without mercy,

gestures, wild and desparate

spell out the end, the implosion of lust!

It ends, and begins, and ends once more

over and over and over

no peace, no victory, no solution;

the white flag, tear stained and tattered

becomes a sacred symbol, a wretched sign:

a funeral shroud for our dead love!