unhewn truth of communal fidelity

there are no flowering stems that indicate any unmarked allegiance
to an upfront or obsolete terminology of obsequious ballads of forgetfulness

torn aside from ethical breaches, the Sergeant did not condemn peace of the masses
no, but the love of the pulpit did not take a stand under her own pressure, she wavered

unhewn and undrawn, after this long, communities insisting they are apart, not married,
not obligated towards any same self-interest, just letting what resembles truth be run over

here, in literal time, the war arrived on U.S. soil, and still neighbors saw no indications of themselves
in each others’s predicament, just swallowing the crystal chandelier to make an easier escape
with lovers in their pockets, for their own self-delight, for their own attempt to pass creation
to the temple messes and dining halls we will call out and barely be heard, but by the few strong aliens