Wearing Out

Are you there to listen 
my voice, 
in the wilderness of violence 
and other atrocities? 

My toes were hurt 
in uncharting the path 
of arms and rams in avenging 
the dead silence. 

You will get back 
what I did not give you 
in the aftermath of tragiccomedies. 

Life walks by pink 
pythons to trade the peace 
on the name of gods. 

The calamity of the angels 
to become hard warriors.