one day this too shall be history;

blood sacrifices made

at the altar of the twin gods of

Capital & Profit, enshrined like

deities, intoxicating like

spirits; death and war and factory lines

swept away into the lexicon

of yesterday, mythologized like tales of

sirens, vampires, witches and ghosts;

a new folklore of sort

we will not remember

what it was like to

be enslaved.
one day this too shall be history;

how the pages of textbooks will swallow

their M-60s

their M4 carbines

their M16s

and render them unrecognisible

to people who will know arms

only as something covered in skin,

extended out to hold

someone you

love.
one day this too shall be history;

and after the wars stop and the factory closes and

the borders dissipate and the land is returned, love

too will return and sit amongst us like an old

friend. she will teach you to forget the

violence that has been folded into your skin, that

has crawled into the crevices of your spine, that

has rendered you afraid. one day

together, we will close the door on

this ever haunted past and as it

shuts, yesterday will freeze

over and the ice will grant us

a blank slate.
one day this too shall be history;

like the rule of serfdom

like the feudal lords

like the divine right of kings:
this too shall fall.