Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Death On A Sunday Afternoon - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
since Gulf War
exploded on our borders.
since stepping over corpses
in our streets.
into lifeless eyeball.
To test for life or death.
of dislocated shot-through jaw.
Opening in pitiful soul shaking soundless howl.
Guilt still soaks covers
blackened burnt soul.
Manic murdering hands.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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