Weaponless Guards

as long as there’s no certain point
for every beginning or end
certitude is a revolving circle
a combination between alpha and omega

without the omega wolf the pack would break apart
some are howling for all the others
some are barking their pain inside
detaching from the warm blood world or reptiles fangs
shivering in the wind like feeble seeds
searching for a crevice inside ruins

the amphitheater is empty
once they made here sacrifices for their Gods
they were half humans half beasts
without fearing the moon or the stars
more powerful than clouds

nothing is changed
the fortress’ walls are still concentric
when the beginning or the end show up
they always fall under guillotine
the circle is breaking people dance around
the ants build another mole
ripe apples tumble down on the castaway’s head
for he is condemned to stay awake

his watch is straining the blood
to pass drop by drop
from one pyramid to another
until only dust remains

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