voices clamoring

rude and vicious

these speakers

either don't know

themselves or worse

they do

they must not have a

sense of mortality

to be so easily

willing to kill

and what is that

stunned look

when at last the bullet

hits and they fall

as blackness overtakes

them and that one

blazing horror going

to dark and to what after

well isn't that some of

what the contention

was about

isn't that a mercy

to not know here

whether the dark is ever all

or is there something

beyond it that cradles

the whole of being

and not-being

I have nothing to add

to this debacle

the cacophony of

yammering pride

that drives insane the

overly-sensitive proud

in their own way

against the more blatant

the more physically inclined

who wreck creation

and call it good

no there's no more to

contribute from this end

each human drama

dwindles to its conclusion

like bonfires on a dark hill

going out one by one

as the night silences the day

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