Thursday, April 29, 2010

in war, there is no murder

The sweetness of the spring blossoms
made the night sticky and sweet.

The stars one by one
fell from the sky
into an unseen abyss.

One thousand men
driven from their homes
to a burning bridge
they could never cross.

Their defiant yells
could be heard at the world's edge
as they were forced to follow the stars.

One thousand skulls
amongst the rocks of a sorrowful dream.
Prayers and supplications
that never reached their lips
still caught between 
their sun bleached teeth.

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