Peace and all its enemies

Embracing turbulence is how
we learned to sink below earth
below icebergs, magma, and light.
Chasing peace is why we are left with scars,
why we are left with brokenness
There are things we shouldn’t run after
Things that will never walk our paths
Paths cracked by wars
Wars that skinned us till bones became our coverings
Coverings in grass
Grass, we learned to manipulate
Until they became soup
There are things a man shouldn’t run after
Things that will never walk our paths
Paths burned, burned.

LARDO.