Revel

Perhaps

I’ve learned to mourn

But not rejoice.

I know the wail,

But not the lifted voice

Of joy.

 

Do

I forget I live

In the throes

Of victory?

On the bones of foes

Picked clean

 

and white washed

by decay and the elements

of Truth?

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