We Are the Loiterers

Ruins on top of ruins/ the cutting edge of history

All of this shows signs of crumbling.
These lines we tend to ignore or
label as born from laughter,
marking we, the loiterers.

A stamp of disapproval
Reverse of the newborn glow
There will be no overlooked ones;
even the invisible bow.

This too, crumbles, sing while it does.
Abandon Immortal notions.
Bequeath them to the ancients,
to molder in gray corners.

Look! Our shoddy Welcome Mat.
Letters, well-trod and well gone.
The free-swinging door offered up
to both the rabble and Select.

There is no lucky camouflage.
The truly fortunate are seen.
Hiding repaints the target;
the dead-hand has a dead eye

Best laugh now, for all this crumbles;
embrace your Strangling finale
We’re bound to these brief reruns.
And your last word? A gurgle.

Reviews

[donella75]

Your writing is so hardcore and filled with emotive images. I love the last line.

[Nobody.]

Love this. gritty and rife with fresh word combos....says a lot about this life in all it's icky rerun horror punchlines. I like it.

cheers!

[MuSe Ampoule]

Wonderful commentary on the degradation of society...if only we could see just how we repeat our fore-bearers mishaps...maybe then we could do something with this world we're given.

Very well written, the flow lends to an easy read. :)