Utopia Burned.

Lots of shoulda, coulda,
woulda's...

Ever after, lost in flame,
embers stoked, fed
in blame,
Made lame and swallowed
by the game,

Sour patches, light the
matches, douse it
all in gasoline,
Lifeless, breathless, blackened
lungs, mortally cleaved and
completely unseen,

Char-broiled fade
away,
Cast down, bitter dismay,
victim of this violent
play,
Shaped of clay, all used
up and thrown away...
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(C) D.C. Chapman
4/9/2013