Our words flourished
With reckless hate
With a raging tide
Of undue scorn

As we heartlessly
Skewered our wayward foe
And peeled away
The layers, of far-gone brothers

Fragile strangers
Were our treasured prey
The plentiful feast
Sprawled before, our hawkish eyes

For we’ve buried
Our frail sense of dismay
Beneath, the bloodied mounds
Of our pale
And long forgotten triumphs