Terrorist Explosion, Her Arm Is All That's Left Poem by James McLain
Terrorist Explosion, Her Arm Is All That's Left
Rating: ★3.5
Her arm it’s made of wood; a teak or oak perhaps?
Brown too light for mahogany,
thoughts are one could always stain it to achieve.
The cedar pink desired effect of timbre.
One last good scrubbing
and a fresh layer of skin is what she never needed.
Her killer blinks out loud I turn away before it's said,
and it’d do nicely as a table leg.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
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4/19/2024 8:39:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this at least deserves a splinter of applause. bra....... thanks for sharing. :) bri