WWIII

It’s 2022, we’re in the final battle for the soul of the world.
There is no Indo-European root for soul,
the Greek and Germanic roots mean quick-moving, fleeting, mercurial.
I’d add evanescent, impermanent, ephemeral 
disappearing, diminishing, dwindling 
tenuous, brief, short-lived.
Whatever forever--that’s where we’ll be after WWIII.

World, home, think, breathe: man,
woman the vital force in man, the Anthropocene, men together 
violence, virtue, virility. Also, werewolf.
War: to confuse, mix up, make worse.
The old are paying close attention but my sons ignore the thunder, 
plate tectonics, gamma ray bursters and mortars on the Eurasian front. 
Peace out--the end, limit, boundary, never to have been. So long,
       sayonara, shalom, salaam. Take into eternity my hail and farewell.

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[emmajoygreen]

Another world, another war.. attitude unadorned yet intriguing to a gaze from an unknown traveller.

Your last four lines suggest a book in thought, words kept by via incubation safety and development, perhaps.