If we were villains
the world would topple
in tears embellished
with contrite sorrows
drowning the ruins
six fathoms under
while life disperses
above dimmest waters
the moon remembers
how the light lingered
before the sun left
spread of the heavens
now the staid headstones
markers of memory
stand in the darkness
aside calm marshes
perhaps gods forget
wrongs done in anger
when outcomes linger
past best intentions
the bones are scattered
in perfect hindsight
remind all of outcomes
if we were villains.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190101.
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