Death On A Sunday Afternoon Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Years now
since Gulf War
exploded on our borders.

Even longer
since stepping over corpses
in our streets.

I remember
cutting throat
of body-shot
sacrificial victim.


Sticking unyielding
knife blade
into lifeless eyeball.

To test for life or death.
Scenario shock
of dislocated shot-through jaw.

Opening in pitiful soul shaking soundless howl.
Guilt still soaks covers
blackened burnt soul.
Manic murdering hands.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock