Poem: Caught

stream of water red
travels to a sea
whose color is indefinite;
comprised as it is
of too many things
forgotten,
left behind

liquid citadels
build
fall upon everything
earth, sky
nothing is clean.

high above the tree line
lungs grew weak
no one breathed
the ancient questions

of love
and weapons
democracies
and hate
clans and cities
wars
and caliphates

wounds
once red
bleed
to white conclusion
join the sea
where all has bled
and color is indefinite.