farm fresh writhing
of the groins of guns
Striptease of oil slick
from dripping bayonets
shoves the hunger back
from arid parched mouth
into the belly
it dies unto soft underside of fear
soft like the dolphins you tend
or like dog food sloshing
can I be a kennel or bowl?
may I die enough to make it
into your endangered list
excellent! that is horrible other side of coin remarkable effort an eye opener no doubt
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excellent poem filled by truthful facts..10+++