Once the wars are over
Once the wars are over
and all the dead consumed,
the slimy creatures slither
back to the cold earth of the tomb.
They wonder if they’ll ever
have such a feast again,
we hope they’re gone forever:
not rehearsing their refrain.
8/5/26
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Author:
FrasMac (
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Mans best friend, war.
Though we better watch out, all those machines we're training to kill, might just bite us on the bum when they become super robots.
I think they may have already started...!
Supernatural in a sense this poem seems surreal as well. Nicely said
Thanks!
You are most welcome
An asteroid the cause of the first mass extinction; mass suicide the second. (I may turn this into a short pin later - your preview!)
Neat write.
I look forward to reading that! Thanks!
Feels like the aftermath talking—something ugly fed well and slipping back underground.
There’s a quiet dread in it, like you know it’s not over, just waiting for another hunger.
Yup, that about sums it up.
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