we

child soldiers, sex slaves.

Dust

is stamped out, by a thousand weeds, breaking earth, each one green, venomous, disguised, a reflection of me. They are a malignant growth 20 0dd years in the making, the root underground, protected.

each VaLUe

they steal, transform, they feed their appetites...

spread your legs, load the gun

little one.

hope is a malevolent force, pour pour water

          wet my tracks, stamp the dust out.

what am I but a grain, what are we but a collection, watch us rise, choke the air,

how does one soul die a thousand times? we scream, look around us, fat flies feasting...

we scream, mirrors crash, shards flying. landing

sinking... it’s us reflected.

 

do you hear that sound? Its skin through worn leather kissing earth.

at night

listen for this sound

close our eyes, get familiar with the dark.

 

spread your legs, load your guns

little ones.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

do i write terrible poetry? probably, i dont know,

Reviews

[Carly Hood]

Well writen. One suggestion is take out the "spread your legs, load your guns/little ones" in the middle of the poem. It was affective at the beginning and at the end though.