Battlefield Poem by August Stramm

Battlefield

Rating: 5.0


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Karen Deeks 21 March 2012

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

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