Eldercaust

there’s nothing to see

isn’t that the real problem,

avoiding the unseen, the invisible

not knowing where to look,

everything feels dangerous

worth a second glance

a wider berth,

we become isolated

insular untrusting,

donning masks

we appear furtive, uncomfortable

spurned amateur bandits

speaking only with our eyes

wary

cursing the reckless,

the young the fearless

who sense it is now their time

their war

where nobody fights but

many will die,

their bloodless coup

Published by grahamrsherwood