Combat Poetry (Remove filter)
Like
Like
by Fush Moss
March 12, 2017
Like untamed, ravenous beasts attacking
a spindly-legged, weak, helpless gazelle,
the bullets tore through their flesh bushwhacking
organs, muscles, and tendons all to hell.
Like all the kings horses and the kings men,
our job was to patch humpty dumpty up
for transport, dodging bullets now and then,
never knowing how the war...
Monday 13th March 2017 12:14 am
Recent Comments
rob1967able on Bag of mental luggage.
1 hour ago
Hélène on FOLLY'S FOOL
3 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Greg Freeman
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Final visit? ( fictional )
5 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on FOLLY'S FOOL
6 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on I Remember Joy
6 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on You Are
7 hours ago
David Franks on Ruined plans in Cannes
8 hours ago
Kelso_Dynamo_On_The_Go on The Universe Dreams
9 hours ago
Tom Doolan on I Remember Joy
10 hours ago