Echoes

There’s always a prequel 

to any drama

in the theatre of war,

a rehearsal

like Guernica

for what is to come.

History’s theatre was always misty

but now the fog is so dense

that we can see nothing,

Hear nothing,

understand nothing

of the power play unfolding.

It’s impossible to know

as we sit here watching

which will be

the first step

the harbinger

of things to take us back 

where they began, 

Time’s echoes

of the end.

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