2/7/21

A poem for the differently-abled

In the dark of civilization

Beowolf lusted to slaughter Grendel

a neanderthalic remnant

half-bred to hide in the remaining colder region

with the noise of a dominant tide

rising above the din of glaciers melting down

fading away the dawn of time

had differential gears

nooks, crannies, skewers

eclectic celestial chords of discord

disquieting to the troubled and lost

wanderers around the margins

of the cultivated economy

where wars are profitable

even in potential the industry of death

removes the odd against discomfort

destroys the devastation of equality

with those differently abled

disarmed souls of silence

repressed by legions of drones

games of thrones.


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