First as Tragedy, Then as Farce

Beneath breaking wave and pale
rests moving debris, emerging
from tireless seas as they change.

Forces unseen blow the winds,
Clouds and roaring noise,
drifting to find new land;

Ready to flow back down to
rivers of mud and steel scars,
lined along a tired ground.

Howls shoot up from the earth,
Red flowers, fists in thousands,
A last and fragile despair,

Through freezing dirt, lapel,
billboards calling for more as
memories are quickly forgot.

Beneath breaking wave and pale
rests moving debris, emerging
from tireless seas as they change.

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