August Stramm

(29 July 1874 – 1 September 1915 / Cathedrals)

Battlefield


Tender sods fallen asleep at their iron
Blood fluffing outpost scum
Rusted crusts
Slimy flesh skinned
Sucking scores the dessicated.
Baby-faced
Killerkillers
Win king

Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012

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  • Karen Deeks (3/21/2012 5:39:00 AM)

    A finer a piece on war as I've ever read. No wasted words. Just pure and to the point of such a waste... (Report) Reply

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