Daily Archives: March 7, 2012

War


Pale plastic bodies
On Sandy shelves.
A story
written in red.
The wound of the earth
Spills the blood of the dead.
War
Violent lies and settling scores.
Men disagree.
That’s what bullets are for.
War.
The human art.
Torn apart.
Death.
A game
a lie,
Faceless sides
Collide.
War.
Splattered gore.
Innards swollen from summer heat.
Rancid smell of rotten meat.
The drummer beats
His lonely soldier’s tune.
Alone
on the beach.
Inside of death’s grip
Hearts sputter and skip.
And halt.
Through blood loss and dismembered fingers
Death’s toll lingers
In the ears of those who remember.
War
A crime of guilt.
Hatred built
On foundations of confusion.
The common illusion
Of seeking justice
Posted on a bloody crucifix.
A need in us
for regret.
War.
Betrayal of the self.
Bodies on a sandy shelf
Statistics, left on the battlefield rotten,
Historical repitition to be forgotten.
A lesson unlearned
Suffering earned
An unsettled score
War

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