A blurring tide of faces

A blurring tide of faces.
A fluttering parade of grey,
Limbs slowly dripping
Needing to be patched with clay.

A blurring tide of faces.
Eye’s looming at the floor,
Skittering gazes refusing​ to ponder
As if there is a silent war.

 

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