Left Hand Abode Poem by Christoph Praus

Left Hand Abode



He smote the very flesh of earth,
Great rending gouts of grey flame,
The burning pillars rising into the sky,
Like ashen fingers, howling cry.

Friday, April 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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