The Essence of Man

There was a ring around the city,

no dog or person in the streets,

just the leftovers from a plague of iron rain.

All seekers of peace were gone.

Carnivores searched the dark empty holes,

finding only ghosts and memories.

No need for an alien enemy.

We are a cannibal consuming our own flesh,

our own essence.

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