damaged collateral
I.
yesterday joseph came
home draped in crimson
muslin smelling gentle
white lotus leaves
bowing underfoot
they call him hero
help him
into the cadillac
hoist old glory
and play riffles
like trumpets in a parade
was it worth it?
mother sobs
was it worth it?
we all wonder angry
he came home
like this
II.
fireworks paint the sky
orange
red
a ghastly purple
Mosul erupts a cacophony
of women and wailing
babies struck down
without uttering a sound
we watch
seduced by the blood
pooling silently
beneath our feet
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I take it your not for war? But well written poem
Beautiful words. Simply beautiful.
andrew: yup, you are correct.
ced: thank you very much.
magnificent soulmomma sistalove poetess scribe! keep creating and sharing. much peace, ananda
Wow! That was serious...
what a striking image with which to end the poem!
wow.
blessings,
geoffrey
thank you. i am glad you all enjoyed it.