After Poem by Brian Hairbottle
After
This army
has had me in its ranks
For nine hard years, I have seen
Friends dead, women tom open
babies carved like a Sunday joint
in the long shadows of this brothers war
I am obsessed by what
Tranquility?
Death
You've walked through my bitter songs
now walk with me
in rough, familiar tones
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: brothers,women
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