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War and Poetry - Oct. 19, 2023

the poetry of war

is what lies

on the floor

of a butcher shop


a gruesome red scene

torn lives in rat-sized pieces

the bloody shrapnel of humanity

for the dogs to fight over


similes of brutal death

replace sunrises with darkness

blinds and numbs anyone

reaching for a new day


so am I a fool

to write kind poetry

get you to laugh

or imagine beauty?


with bombs and bullets

still flying do you still

want someone to ask

the sun to break through

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