The two warring factions at first traded threats
then sprang towards each other, colliding
in mid-air, they collapsed together,
entwined in a tragic embrace.
A war memorial was cast in bronze,
then the birds came to perch.
It slowly turned a grayish white.
The changing seasons also took a toll.
What was the cause of the conflict?
What is it always — the source of strife?
They both wanted something, and thus
became entangled in their wanting,
even unto a violent death.
Trapped in sticky webs of competing desires
and compelling greed — more often than not,
the sad melodrama plays out like that.
Even the slightest desire has consequences,
a world of warfare evolved from that fact.
Wanting nothing, he went silent.
He knew the battle was waged within.
He gave up the struggle no one could win.
His feet did the talking — he listened to them.
There was nothing to fight over, nothing
to gain – an enigma to would-be warriors,
he just walked on, he didn’t look back.
When we see how it’s staged,
there is no one to blame.
No destination, nothing to grasp,
we came here to walk, to look
and to see, we came here
to be, so walk on
and be that.