The Horsemen

Dark cracks open the ground
for a poisonous black,
alongside clear path in streams
protected by chain link fence.

Voices howl in myriad tongues,
gasping, choking down the
peppered response, from behind
cotton masks and rows of arms.

Beneath the surface, earth
constricts its bubbling bile,
and weeps for the above,
for the protection it could not give.

Dark cracks open the ground
for a poisonous black,
spreading across scarred lands
in pestilence, war, famine, and death.

the-horsemen

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