The War Zone Poem by vince gullaci

The War Zone



Bodies unburied
strewn
by a careless force
a fierce wind plays over
splayed limbs and arms akimbo
carries the assailing smell
of the tip
where the waste
is human
and the great beasts
devour flesh
from unyielding bones
frozen in time.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris Mendros 19 August 2007

In the end, that's all that glory ever gets us. Nice work.

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