The Second Virtue

Corpses rage violently on.
Bubble wrapped and swollen.
Happiness groped and guarded
Never grasped.
Endless pursuit for ripe permutations
That will envelop the nations
In destructive climactic
Response.

Hope dwindles on a ledge.
Troy had more hope.
Cuttings of her cloak lie scattered
Which once ordained the shoulders of a Queen.
Now lie in regions rare
And desperate.