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Unread 05-09-2022, 12:43 PM
John Riley John Riley is offline
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It wasn't until it was recently published that I remembered the poem I posted earlier had been revised.

Slaughter

What you see are the remains:

the woodland, the smoke, the retreating flames.

Somewhere, perhaps, in a far-away country

the sky is bluer and roses cling to a stone wall,

palm trees lull a milder wind.

Here there is nothing.

Here there is nothing but snow on the branches of the spruce.

Here there is nothing to kiss with warm lips.

Here lips grow cold with time.

And you claim, my child, your heart is brave.
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