These hearts have been enclosed,
their peripheral boundaries a dense fodder,
within these borders rules are cast
in lead, in cement, in heavy matter.
Definitions unknown,
through vague miscalculation,
the wanting of sense, wanting peaceful vocation.
Awkward steps falter with no seeming grace
to the untrained eye,
to the undefined face.
unrecognizable outcome,
the deceit of vain glory,
passed brutality forgotten,
with no reconsilitory story.
Slogging through our miasmal daily bread,
no holy ghost in this host,
retribution is what we're fed.
So fat to exploding,
and still wanting more,
consuming the saturant diet of a social whore.
Not the caring one who can bestow a grace,
But they of ripe feted greed,
that devour our fates,
leaving one stoic, miserable course,
to kill and be killed in the ignorance of force.
Unrestrained, unbending,
the course clearly set,...
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Robert Weber is a dancer and artist in New York City who has discovered another artistic outlet through poetry in recent years. His poem "Heavy Matter" is a personal reflection on our current times of war. Read and produced by his sister Shana Weber.