our wars, our peace

for all the days and nights
for all the long winters
and parched summers
and hardships endured
and tears fallen for
graceful moments,
every one
I call your names
so we may touch
where breath shivers
and shadows shimmer
in blood laced guilt
under it all,
below the waves
and the quaking ground
our eyes will meet
for broken soldiers
and dying causes
for lonely wars
and broken promises
for waste and wealth
for nature
for fuck's sake
let us call out and
put an end to the foolishness
let's stop this before
it's too late for us all
. . . or take a final drink
to toast the end
- either one