A final slash..


"HEAR ME! OH SONS, OH DAUGHTERS! HEAR ME!

I SPEAK THE TRUTH!"

Bloody, so bloody
armor, face, arms, flesh-wounds, gory, so gory,
veings bulging, partly leaking,

I stand.

The last, falls to the ground,
lo. Lo! Everyone is amiss. Everyone lays, dreaming :"love,
long ago, fairwell."

"HEAR ME... Hear me.."

Hairs bristling, veins bulging, eyes bobbing, sword dripping
blood and entrails, sweat upon dirt upon blood upon
excrements upon limbs and death, glorious, imperious,
death.

I stand, alone.

I smile. I grin, Everyone lays to dream.

"Hear.."

A thousand years is mere fragment,
of the wars we will fight
we lick blood and relish its taste,
and we say
there can be peace
for the next time to unsheath our swords.

"Hear me, I speak the truth,
what we can see in our minds,
may be true, can be true."

a thousand bodies lying in a field,
the skies glare grimly, grayly,
I hear, a solemn tune, a rhytmic sorrow,
thump, pause, thump, pause,
like a silent bell-chime for every dead,
and the bodycounters rest not.

A final slash, I smile,
humans, you make a mistake,
you grow into the wars that your fathers have won
and you lose them so that your grandchildren will win
again,

what is victory, but a moment in time, easily transmuted to
defeat, in the next luckless battle?

"HEAR ME! I LOVED YOU ALL, TASTERS OF MY SWORD,

EVERY TIME, I WEPT, WHEN YOU GLARED AT ME
AND YOUR EYES WENT AWAY."

And the rest is a different silence.