discordant and black,
scattered the hillside of late warmth,
a cadaver benumbed of cherishment.
defeated, we wondered
what happened to us—
and how we had viciously squandered
our landscape in chimerical hue.
laying down our weapons,
prisoners of our own war;
in the tide pools of aftermath,
we beheld it together.
we choked back the sobs of rue,
gathering the tiniest,
brightest, glimmer of tomorrows unwritten.
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagnerlinked to Vice Versa and dVerse