we are riven
by moronic memetic ideologies
mesmerized by new tribal drums
dancing to the old music of the trenches
us verses them
stand to! all ye faithful
they may suddenly appear
grey shapes emerging from the mist
bayoneted fixed
violence will eventually consume itself
industrialized violence
will take many souls
leaving more to wander lost
searching for the lives
they should have had
the corpse churned mud of Passchendaele awaits
unless we
wake the fuck up
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott
The Ace Hotel Notebook 