ALTARS OF SAND

A shovel
At a skipped episode
In a dream
Where the remains
Of thy wretched thoughts
Lay

I see thy strength
When you fight and sweat a
Soldier deceased

I see thy wisdom
When you argue
With the dead

I can see you brought
A pair of unmatched breasts
In a bloody war infested with beasts



I see you carry sharp gossip
That for a sword is thy armor
Let’s see how you cut
Through spirit

Little wise girl
Do you not see burning essence
Rise?
Do you not see that
Fighting a dead man
Is a waste of time?

Are you ready to witness
The truth
That thy knowledge is
Foolishness to men
Who are forged at the altars of sand