War Cry Poem by John Paul Butler

War Cry

War holes
Shriek with bullets
In both the barrel
And the flesh
Hell's in these shells
Of metal and skin
Shot to pieces
By a violent impact
Then tiers of smoke leak
Bleeding out
And tears of blood smoke
Floating away
It's clear confusion
For these weeping wounds
Such is the cry
Of war

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