The End of Peace

We have abandoned peace.

I wish I could say it was lost,

misplaced atop a mantlepiece.

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It took a train with a bloody valise,

or it is merely sea-tossed.

I’m sure it is just wandering the streets.

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Perhaps it took a vacation to Greece,

or to see the sites of the Holocaust,

reminiscing in the losses its absence sees.

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He traveled with a darling Elise,

her hair woven with alecosts,

around her shoulders sits a silver fleece.

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“We have failed,” she cries, and pleas

for even a single move more to exhaust.

“The dangers will never cease.”

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“Their choices we can no longer police,”

Through the fields of war they crossed.

They fled through villages with terminated lease.

We have driven away peace.