One Long Death

It took some time to notice,
That Barbarism had died.
Its Guts strewn across the beheader’s blade
A stench on the breath of its abandoned knaves.
Since the earth quaked as it thudded to the ground.
Chunks of its body cast long, dark shadows all around.
Slaves crushed by the remnants of its chains.
Masters tending wounds with its poisonous remains.

Love, no longer weep and cower and
Come out of from its shadows.
This is your age.