Arch Rival

An Arch Rival

As the confection unfurls into a magic carpet
I resist the desire to unmake the world into frivolous meaning
Which only I can comprehend.

Slowly she faces her fate, her future
Awash in complexity, yet circumspect in her nature
Whistling a happy tune, so no one would suspect.

Twisted the rivals meet in the sandbox filled with sand
Their movements creating Zen patterns for further contemplation
Circling but not making the first move.

The suns create cross shadows which intermingle between them
Their warm glow suffuses the scene with a sense of calm
Before the weapons appear, then the mood is shaken.

I was here first, the anguished cry
Mine Mine Mine,
The retort strikes deeply.

Inferior pacing stops short of intervetion
Boys will be boys they all say
Just then the meteor crashes just outside the playground.

The magic carpet is all that is left of this scene
People scatter to the safety of memory and remorse
Sheltered amongst the ashes of commonplace fantasy.

Why do we fight these battles over and over
Left to the memories of previous victories
Hardened to the fight yet to come?