Wednesday, April 11, 2012

No Man's Land by Stephen Jarrell Williams

You're shaking,
mumbling on


barren plain of smoldering

stumps,


distant city

smoking ruins,


river full

boiling ash,


burnt boots,

hanging rags,


coughing hoarse,

chewing blood,


you survived the blast,

doomsday bomb,


searching mile after mile,

no woman to touch,


no holy house,

no sacred word.




Published in protestpoems.org- October 2009

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