Crushed Thrush Hushed - Current Version - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Cluster bombs' free fall
breed desolate destruction:
timid thrush, one wall.
(11 April 2010)
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The Thrush - 0064 - Initial Version
Desolate destruction, spot fire bombs fall,
A timid thrush now worms beside one wall.
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