Mirrors At War
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
Mirrors go to war armed with glass
and glossy bullets. Perfect aim,
lust for fame, long pained memories.
Effortless strategy, clear risk assessments.
Armies stare at each other
before battle begins. They recognize
themselves in the enemy lines. They
charge certain of who’s over there.
Mirrors at war break as any glass breaks.
All those silvered knives littering the ground
of battle. All those tiny, sharp reflections; civilians
will be shredding their feet and shedding blood
for eons after. Both sides ever
unable to walk straight. It won’t be forever
till someone angers up and takes up the charge,
and then it will be mirror, mirror once again.