Gainsong

Post-war chaos might ensue
If we were ever after conflict

The fight never dies
In a species committed 
To rounding death's corner
Before the clock's hands wrap around
The civil waiting throat

To what end!
Security makes company

Stand by the door
And wish it were time
To go to some sort of home

That's the trick:
Keep less on the table
Than a real actual person
Could take and make 
Into a comfortable place to live