Warfare Poem by Jacqueline Fitzgerald

Like sickly children tumbling down stars
Feverishly clinging on to life with every last gasp
Roots loosening in the moon dust slowly letting them down
Until asphyxiation takes over their weak little lungs
Almost like bullets in water
Dazzling at first
Until it kisses the first touch of silky skin
Shredding its way like earthquakes
Causing volcanic ruptures
Sickly sweet lava flows slowly killing it's luster
The gaunt cheeks of men become grey
Their eyes stare to oblivion
As snow envelopes their cold bodies
Pushing them to stars