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RE: III — Mausoleum of Ghosts

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

Emerged from miasmic crusade,
a trampled horizon, mangled shapes
discern mounds of skeletal cinder,
forever onyx; virtue sliced, abused,
lungs wheezing corrupted, bilious air,
once human morphed less than -
the ghost of war unrepentant;
spiking skulls grotesque,
singular beads of infinite pools
gilded homicidal, praetorian
to ignored truth—
Apocalypse unveiled:

Oh God these big words...
Great poetry bro