it is a root tearing sound like strands
of hair terror torture pulled from head
nails pulled with pliers from fingertips
it is skinned alive internal screams
sound tortured body flesh is stretched
flesh sound as skin becomes surface
top fabric of a large drum played
in loud mad discordant drum beats
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem