EscapeA Poem by Mike MardisAn experiment in alliteration, this is a poem of war from the perspective of the refugee.
Hunkered all in our huddled hives.
We slosh in muddy blood puddles As the second war rings around. Some hum in a quiet prayer While others cry out in slurred curses. Waiting for rescues not to be, So some settle for shallow graves. Nocternal prey - we move at dark - slop slowly on trampled torsos In the veil of nights black blanket, Frosted in filth - we're only eyes.
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StatsAuthorMike MardisChicago, ILAboutI'm a marketer by trade and a writer by passion. I peel back the obvious to find the ambiguous and attempt to pen the process. There is no such a beast as perfect prose or poem. What we write is a .. more..Writing
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