Rise And Fall

Armored in peacetime, as if there were such,
For strain and struggle of bloodshed that was,
Of bloodshed that is, bloodshed that will gush
From severed shrapnel ripped arteries

Is around, is all around and surrounds
Us in the dread of death buried in breath,
While the sun still shines gold oblivion.
Armored in this time, we exclude ourselves

From the fierce delicacy of breathing  
Our breath, its unsssuming blooming, exclude
Ourselves into stiffening of supple
That is the beginning of our ruin

Peace and war, antipodal intimates,
Caged in breathing, rise and fall of our chests