Blood Bath Poem by James Grengs

Blood Bath

Rating: 4.3


circling vultures,
smell the metallic air,
fall, lightning, upon the dead.
blood flies through the air,
covering them as they devour,
bathing themselves in blood,
thoughtless for any but
themselves.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amberlee Carter 04 February 2005

not sure what I think of this one..it's stirring, but it doesn't leave an aftertaste..

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