The Charm broken
Mar 20, 2026 · 1 min read
There seems less to say each day
as we sit watching the ice melt away
exposing the roots underneath
tombstone teeth rotten with meat
There’s no cavalry coming this time
to save the brave from the grave
your ghosts’ve been digging for you…
Echoing bones of those other braves
your ancestors left to bleach white
in the sun…
No cornet will sound the alarm
for that charm is broken
The last post is playing
as the tired red sun goes down
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