Was Raw -what the- War Saw
nano-second 'til crystal crytallizes
grandfather's clock
centuries pills swallowed down whole; slow
swathes of sins in the differential
wading through magazines; on
a battleground filled with fumey death
Hans and Harry not too heavy,
each others brothers to
carry down a trench with death's
non-demure stench and caps
copped and arms propped and
mouths stilted with
thick white tobacco paper skin
melting skin mustard tinged
wacky things in silent movies silent
"~tinngg~"
coming home
home coming
warming death
death warming
death coming
coming death
pain
relief
history
Kerry O'Connor
This is a sensory over-load! Sound, texture, taste... It's all here in a whirlwind of words.
This is a sensory over-load! Sound, texture, taste... It's all here in a whirlwind of words.
nimal dunuhinga
people fight but they don't like, an invisible hand push them and the death is a start to an unknown land?
people fight but they don't like, an invisible hand push them and the death is a start to an unknown land?
Every line rings out with literary device and innovative images, as only you could write...and I've enjoyed every word of it. :)