Siege Mentality

These trenches stretch out
Frown lines to the horizon
They make it easier
To go to ground
Easier to glower
Coal black eyes rejection
Subterranean fortress
These things make
It easier to go to ground
To be besieged
They have nothing to do
With the memory
That sits on a shelf in a
Museum
Smothered under glass
As a form of kindness
For those of us who did not
Have to die and did not
Want to wait
And who still remain
Entrenched, governed by the buried god
The one believers reject
Often considered dead
But horribly alive.