alexandra mars edmonds
Some Visuals For Peace
Huddled together with those who clutch back,
all those innocent, ageless faces cry.
While enemy, gunner soldiers, each with
fire, confident justice is done, kill on.
Raw war, life's rotten rhythm radiates. Resounding distortions surge horror through
blameless bodies, futures, with spasms of
solicitude that explode inside their
souls, like mortar guts a shack; a homes no
longer known, the homeless and the vacant.