The Smell Of Plasma Poem by Stephanie Apila

Down in the villages and up in townships
In the northern part of the pearl
Not long ago did the war surge
A dissembler of a kind
With the province soaked in blood
Rainfall lost meaning
For human blood flooded all over
The land released a red sea
The trees seemed to have contributed as well
The stench of human blood stood
A new fragrance for the hamlets
Breast milk ceased to be esteemed but blood
Goats and cows lived more peacefully
Since the soul target wasn't cracked
There will be no rest till the end
STEPHANIE APILA