For The Peregrines

His beautiful eyes
Glowing with sharp intelligence
A cutting blade on flesh
The evidence of lines
Never quite disappearing

Look beyond your narrow vision
Shield irises from blinding illumination
You leave these marks
Forever changing the landscape
Of human fabric
Destiny we call it

Name it what you will
Devastation we say

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