SEARCHING FOR SIGNIFICANCE

Searching for significance,
One finds the bloody trail
Leading to a sea of bones
Along the eastern shore.

In the end there's no defense
For something that must fail,
As politicians work the phones
To dredge up one vote more.
All great ideas eventually,
Besieged, must turn to those

Who make a livelihood of death
And cherish what is real.
For greatness, large or small, must be
A burden that bestows
Upon these loose-limbed lords of breath
A wound time cannot heal.