when they all made war

they skinned the trees of bark of blood "there is not enough" oxygen the small boy gasped a breath they breathed they grieved when they all made war. the branches blanket the dead cover the earth the hearth empties of fire. their bodies, they retired. when they all made war.

1 comment:

Bobby Malone said...

Remember what I said about reading the things that you write? This is the kind of thing I was talking about when I said that.

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