• artahammer

Attrition

A drop of water one might say

Isn’t all that much

Dehydrates in the light of day

To smaller drops and such

As all things to waste away

Regardless how we clutch

Fingers cannot contain spray

Continue losing touch

What happens when that drop

Has another one and more

That drop repeated over

Becomes a puddle on the floor

A pond, a lake, a river

Where trillions of drops roar

In time even a drop becomes

Too impressive to ignore

Or dripping on a cliff face

An endless repetition

Sub atomic jack-hammers

Microscopic demolition

Eventual erosion

A gradual transition

Observe the vast canyon

Mountains carved by attrition

How the mighty topple

When saddled with fruition

The grandiose are taken down

By the weight of their ambition

The solitary crumble

Exposed to exhibition

Empire and eternity

All consumed by attrition

People so certain – intransigent

Fueled by a racist tradition

Ignorance demanding others repent

Prosecuting the new inquisition

Morality as an impediment

Missionary imposition

Faced with piety insufficient

Respond with an act of contrition

Punish the sick and the indigent

For their pathetic condition

Emaciated by their nourishment

Infected by the physician

Prosecute empire without relent

World crumbling in submission

The justifications fraudulent

Felled by our own ammunition

How the mighty topple

When saddled with fruition

The grandiose are taken down

By the weight of their ambition

The solitary crumble

Exposed to exhibition

Empire and eternity

All consumed by attrition

© 2012

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