Fatal Fantasies

Fancifully we trudge through mires

In the fantastical hopes,

Also the fervent

Or the fetching,

Of traversing the bog to find

Firm ground.

Fenced-off though

Remain the facades,

And frontiers

Neither welcome nor forgive.

As we follow through

Farther and farther

Into the frenzy,

Those faces darken.

Foe or friend

Friend and foe—

Differences fade

For fatalities pile up.

That which we forgot

We forcibly learn,

What we favoured

We know to forego.

Frantically we search

Then feverish proceed

Attempting to fulfil causes,

To which we once, foolishly,

Pledged our futures.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010