The violence
of your silence
tears away at
the narrow causeways
that connected me to the mainland.
Drawn and quartered
all civilization sinks,
full of unfinished monuments.
And I look out at the beautiful lake
from the perch of a pyramid,
where we sat atop our thrones,
where we had planned those roads,
where you told me,
"No man is an island."
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