Another

war is over,
pierced

skins litter
the dusts.
M16s, knives,

& guts
are hung.
And I’m living

now
beaten

by ghosts.
And I’m living

with bullets
still quivering

in my head
like fragmentation

bombs screaming
their teeth

at the walls
of my brain.
Another war

is over,
&

pierced men

litter the dusts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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