The decision to go to war is

Distant Killings
No decree wanted to
sanction the slaughter
blindly complicit
sanitised by silk suits and
gold timepieces.
In the distance,
lifeless limbs garnish
fallen cities.
The howling of the slain bereft
evaporates,
short of viral vigour.
Plain penpushers
press on, bestowing
distant killings,
elsewhere.

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