Another Round

[Kostallo]

Sure, we could ask the stars to map the sand. Great opening line had me opened my mind to the vastness of the universe around our small world
Badger the air, "please don’t corrode our plans"!
But fuck it, lets chat about gene pools,
that intoxicated drool,
where sea sick molecules create fools.
It’s just another tragic symphony, I really enjoyed these top four lines as well acknowledgeing the amazement of the human geneology with the understanding that today the world is full of fools and tragedy.
with fucking cracked, hollowed sounds of sympathy,  
ringing like nostalgic chimney chimes,
screeching, "watch your head", "yeah",
as you crash into life.
Sure don’t we end as we mean to begin!?
Gagged coffin nails buried within;This line is heavy for we truly only have one purpose to live till death but its how we live that makes our death a victory and not a tragedy.
we pull them out day by day, each one poignant,
fucking pointless, and progressively paid.
So will we sit quietly as another crop fails?
And listen closely as autumn exclaims,
“quickly, a kiss for winter, yeah, before we begin”.

I enjoyed this poem very much. Powerful with a lot of packed meaning and almost a level of remorse. Thoroughly enjoyed look forward to future post. Thank you