(a poem I wrote this morning)
No one gets away
At the outer limitation
We all fall prey
The fighting has been done
And no need for keeping score
The pardon has been won!
All roads end here,
Moving toward the end of doubt
Where there's no fear
Survivors are the cost
It's easy in the presence
Casualties are the lost
The rich departed haunts,
Yet our burden must be more
The empty space just taunts.