At first men in black chase us, then we chase them,
then they chase us again, then all of us chase someone
no one seems to know: then the chase ends
and we sit down and talk about the war that started it all,
how everyone rushed to join the fray and how, years later,
offending emperors declared themselves impotent
and their empires were re-inked in new atlas colors.
The War to End All Wars couldn’t even end itself.
And there were so many dead it was hard to close a door.
Nothing to do but mourn and run, run and mourn again.
