A Glimpse

A Poem

Photo by De'Andre Bush on Unsplash

all the conquests —
what did they mean?

all the conquests —
what did they start?

all the conquests —
what did it matter?

all the conquests —
what did it truly mean?

every war has a victor,
and we stand at another road

where the victors
are rewriting all of history’s pages

and at the end of the day
what will it all be worth?

we stand at another crossroads
in the mist —
and there we know
again
what it’s like
to glimpse an ending

before it’s begun

(even as it’s going forth)

oh, the travesty
of an army of cassandras,
all waiting to tell the tale

oh, the travesty
of a thousand everymen
waiting to behold the night

oh, the travesty
of a hundred missives
all written to the end of time