war poemA Poem by kmartellWhat may I expect, explosions Windows artfully smashed Birds thrown Everywhere why might I
think The emptiness, this emptiness here, now Could explain The door to my apartment being sabotaged (Sunlight a pen on paper My chair it’s legs Frontward to the sky), cattails Move their heads slow
slow seemingly far to the west at Wits end, News on a page turning truncated Photos of the dead which Stare out at me © 2013 kmartell |
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Added on January 24, 2013 Last Updated on January 24, 2013 Author
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