Red Plague

[J.C. Fontenot]

A concrete fallacy plagues the youth,
forsaken bonds of brotherhood,
steers its way up the crimson slough.

Layers, veiling the absolute,
the uprooting of stability
threaten to grab helm,
man against man,
man against nature,
man against himself;
a timeless battle,
pitted against mountain and sea
sparring apparitions cloaked as warriors
weilding naught, but dreams of immortality

drop the malicious tyranny
disguised as eden, my youth.
the fallacies of man end in in blood, this is definite
for the absolute is tangible
and without need for veils

scribbled in history
there is a dream of recurrence
nobility, without persona, meets man
an everlasting truce,
creating infinity in the finite, ensues
this, my youth,
the palpable truth



*i understand the format is rough, please post on the context and evoking emotion more than the structure of my poem, this is not my finished product of format*