Monday, May 12, 2008

War Poetry

Grit filled tiles under napalmed silhouettes of child innocence pixelated and alone in their fluorescent tomb lying in early caskets awaiting their turn to leave a world they
hardly knew.


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2 comments:

Miquiztli said...

i liked the fact that you didnt use punctuation, it gave the poem a kind of rushed, insecure feeling, which went really well with the words you chose...very cool

Anonymous said...

GRATE word choice. yes grate, like cheese.
napalmed, pixelated, fluorescent gahhhh wonderful orgasm to the brain