Jeff Logan

(Granada Hills, California)

Paths Of Glory - Poem by Jeff Logan

Hunched in sweat we reap to hear
Spring's chaste moon screaming, wet
corpses remulch earth's tortured crust;
Red laser combines, voodoo blade harvest,
mad human waves of grain threshed here,
brave gray bundles
scattered headless

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  • Joanne Kearsey (12/5/2006 7:45:00 AM)

    I like your style. Simple language yet you use great imagery to get the message across. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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