Poetry for Strangers: Condolence

the samarra haiku cycle

stop breathe in breathe out
peace is but illusory
eat chimichangas

an ice age on mars
is our past and our future
the panthers creep north

the word is sacred
the mind is a scimitar
we kill what we love

a silent forest
white oaken leaves are trembling
the wind brings blackbirds

aristotles grave
is a paradox because
ideas never die

i ate the hummus
you were saving for dinner
my condolences

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