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No Flowers, No Doves

Rating: 3.7

When we entered the burning city
charred corpses greeted us.
A child’s hand dangled from a scorched tree
and the twisted wreckage of a bus
mocked the stillness of the sky.
Gunner gagged, Ski scratched his head,
neither understanding why
he had to liberate the dead.

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Graham Jones 06 March 2006

Though this is probably true you no doubt seem to have a flair for this type of poetry, which is to your credit, excellent.

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Michael Tonkin 28 October 2004

Phew, he doesn't pull his punches does he. But war is just like that, and does those things to people who don't know what it is all about. He shoud be the Poet Laureate of war.

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Michael Shepherd 22 September 2004

Difficult to say much about a poemlikethis except to murmur inadequately words about perfection and thanks...

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