Senseless Destruction
After it exploded,
death felt corroded,
the ruin landscape,
abandoned corpses
on the street,
shoes ripped off their feet,
women crumpled in blood stained garments,
small shapes of children in pieces,
scattered everywhere,
with the remains of chill and fear
still haunting the air,
brooding silence, everything uncannily still,
everyone died and war had its fill,
soldiers on the front,
their bodies picked to skeletons
by the vultures on the hunt,
senseless destruction,
was its corruption,
death simmers,
life glimmers, as it dangles from a rope,
senseless destruction because there is no hope.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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