All That Remains.

The screaming chants,
Flung about like a
Must abused phrase;
Those red faces,
With exploding veins
And spittle flying;
Angry gestures,
Aimed to offend
And make a point.

The setting:
An unpassable valley,
Interrupting two righteous mountains.
There is no river,
No treacherous boulders
-Yet no one dares
Cross the vulnerable border.

Words spoken prematurely;
A potential hero has crossed
The seemingly unpenetrable boundary.
The taboo-zone has been desecrated
(No longer so righteous).
Like wolves, the two prepare their lunge.

There are no heroes
When you gather a group of idiots.
Those “righteous mountains”
Are no more than
Pathetic mounds of useless gravel.
-1/9/07