Two, And The Same

Loyalty and stupidity exist
in the same time, encompass
the same space. They are twin
pistols firing into a dark night;
a platoon of soldiers raping
and pillaging at a tyrant’s behest.

Stupidity is crowned with plum-colored bruises,
draped in a robe of blood-drenched gums.
Loyalty is a poor reason to remain
inside a burning house of cards.
But it is a reason, and must
be respected as such.

You kiss loyalty goodnight,
as you curl up next to stupidity.
Sleep soundly; may your dreams be lucid.

Copyright 2013
A. J. Hayes
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