
Crusade They slaughtered them in the name of God their god, though any god would do and now their masks weep tears of blood it drips from their eyes, like it dripped from their swords in red ruby like splashes as the bleeding began again, then black like coal as decay started and the masks begin to crack, to distort and disintegrate, to flake away, to disappear as all masks will in the end until only the tears remain. https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2024/12/lynn-white.html