Zeppelin of Twilight

Zeppelin of Twilight

What have we really conquered?
Fighting for so long
That the war prizes
Were ruined.

All the gas and craters
And uncovered traitors,
The bombs in the sky
And their detonators,

The trenches are filled in
With brass and incense
And dusk now descends
As ritual ash when

Casings hollow,
Solemn in falling.
Buds shed blood
And the mud gets swallowed.

Today we remember havocked
Steps above trenches;
The days before
That bloomed so radiant.

Now, in this time,
This afterglow,
We take off our masks
And of our prizes we’re known.

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