Christmas – forgotten

The end of the year.
Christmas is here once more!
Shops boast their displays,
garlanded with the trappings of a commercial event.
Fake snow.
Mythical men.
Mythical good.

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Insurrection

We are mobilised, all of us, against a common enemy.
From our mountain retreats we launch against our targets.
They are on the plain that extends before us.
Infinite.
Attacks into blackness.

Traveller

A traveller am I.
I walk many paths as about my business I go.
I know nothing of the city life,
apart from that which I have seen.