Ted Sheridan


Death Smells Like A Four Letter Word - Poem by Ted Sheridan

Napalm gas and white phosphorous filled clouds
explode in cavalcades of predictable burst
Hatchet men with machetes lop off offensive ears
with a deafening silent swish as all bayonets are readied
Sprays of gold and red are full metal jacketed by the breath of a gun
This is how war is done......and I remember
How Death smells like a four letter word.....


Comments about Death Smells Like A Four Letter Word by Ted Sheridan

  • (3/16/2007 6:53:00 PM)

    you have it down pat
    nice read
    holds you from beginning
    to end
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  • (2/24/2007 11:44:00 AM)

    I love the last line Ted...it reminds us that this is all too real...
    Hugs,
    Dee
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  • (2/23/2007 12:06:00 AM)

    Deeply moving piece...

    Alison
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011


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