Kayfucius

A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

Make way for
my wayward brother,
not soon behind
there comes another.
My brothers blinded
to fate and wonder…
Journeys shorn short
by converging thunder
of badge and bullet,
that angrily trill eternity’s song…
Clutching one another;
they dance erratically
to glory’s gong –
Threads of bloodborne melody
woven into harmony of wrong.
Once a luminous life
now fading into death’s tome –
And my wayward brothers
never again find their paths home.

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