The Dead Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
The Dead
Rating: ★5.0
The dead,
debris of war
scarred earth,
tread carefully
with their shadows
broken.
Bled naked, souls,
caked blood
silent remains
in agonies field,
shielded by sorry
clouds loud thunder
think no more
of victory
but wander,
ghostly apparitions alone,
each, in their own
solitude.
Waf
Friday, June 28, 2019
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4/29/2024 9:34:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Haunting poem of war, ghosts, victory and the true agony as the core of it all. Important subject; compelling, brave poem.
Thanks for our interest, Julia.