All Smells
I smell the supposed enemy
they smell like me
I smell the air
It smells of we
the odors rise
from all bodies
through our minds souls and all
in winter spring summer and fall
it is the smell of man
shower or not at night
it is the smell of me/others
that seems to wet our appetite
to plunder rape kill
and fight
from the light of morning till
the dark at night
until someday
all smells will be gone of we
and the only smell remaining
will be the smell of the sea
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2015
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