Kyle Schlicher


It Is Death - Poem by Kyle Schlicher

early this sad morning
death came knocking
on the door.

hello, who goes there?

it is i.

death come knocking
not on the door
but rather
banging
hard
so very hard
atop the bunker.

hello, who goes there?

no answer back.

the blackened sky
burns
an eternity
bleeding
white hot
pieces of metal
flying around
looking
for the answer.

hello, who goes there?

no answer back.


(12-23-1968)

Topic(s) of this poem: war


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015



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