Weaponless Guards

as long as there’s no certain point

for every beginning or end

certitude is a revolving circle

a combination between alpha and omega 

 

without the omega wolf the pack would break apart

some are howling for all the others

some are barking their pain inside

detaching from the warm blood world or reptiles fangs

shivering in the wind like feeble seeds

searching for a crevice inside ruins

 

the amphitheater is empty

once they made here sacrifices for their Gods

they were half humans half beasts

without fearing the moon or the stars

more powerful than clouds

 

nothing is changed

the fortress’ walls are still concentric

when the beginning or the end show up

they always fall under guillotine

the circle is breaking people dance around

the ants build another mole

apples hit the castaway’s head

for he is condemned to stay awake

 

his watch is straining the blood

to pass drop by drop

from one pyramid to another

until only dust remains

Reviews

[Marie]

Life does pass on...and guardians of the past blow away to dust...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you so much, you are so kind Marie.