Flowers Broken Bullets
mysterious figures
wander in the countryside
aimlessly in the mud and dust
but meanwhile
black and white killer whales
keep slaughtering the seals
and giants of history
smoke chimneys like cigars
while silver is cold
and wind draws through March
Copyright © William Greco | Year Posted 2016
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