Seen Over Frankfurt

A sky of diamonds, of jubilant starlight;

I could attempt to describe, but such brilliance

Would defy explication. It would remain

A mystery written into unwritten clouds.

This pale cigarette I hold in my hands,

Tells me nothing but the passing of the years,

The falling of tears from battles we have not won.

The winnowing of sons who have committed no crime,

And gods, the passing of time, so cruel,

Yet you take it as a rule. It need be.

History will show that it was for nought;

The blood, the dead, the carmine and red,

Came from needless carnage, endless slaughter.

I have no wish to bequeath it to my daughter.

~ by Benji on October 12, 2015.

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