peacetime

arg, make it melt, this war
the hardened battle lines.
the abyssal trenches,
the lined faces
the slogans rendered obsolete by shifting contexts.

these things persist,
having become the structure of the face,
the lines that mark it,
the shape of the smile,
the groove between the brows.

how to smooth something that has no softmiddle to burrow into?


yack.