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BODY COUNT

The casualties rose We couldn’t keep a body count mass graves dotted the landscape a toddler screaming countless villages ablaze unholy despot glories nuclear seared ground mustard gas permeates air rancid poison is swallowed no hiding spots found drum tap of the machine guns decimate remaining dreams

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 10/25/2020 5:20:00 PM
Harsh and sad realities..described so well.
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Date: 12/17/2019 4:32:00 AM
You have said so much in so few words! Brilliant work!! Congrats on it being on Moonstone anthology! I have read all your poems on this site and there is a calm beauty to it. Fav for me
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Date: 12/16/2019 7:32:00 PM
Poignant, George. Powerful poem. Superbly penned. A FAVE for me.
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Date: 12/9/2019 4:21:00 AM
Painful realities... Nice poem..
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George Schaefer
Date: 12/9/2019 5:22:00 PM
thank you, it was included in a Moonstone Press anthology On War.
Date: 12/5/2019 10:28:00 PM
George, I am stunned into silence by this one.
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George Schaefer
Date: 12/9/2019 5:22:00 PM
thank you, glad you enjoyed it.