Funeral Pyre
funeral pyre
from the virgin flat plains
soared a modern funeral pyre
that stood so high
it could be seen miles away
with the naked eye
whose dense black smoke
released into the pure blue sky that day
the last drawn breath of many
waddling padded foot babies
like the silver blade from a heavy ancient sword
slaying the life of an innocent
white fleece lamb
too many died that day
in the heartland
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
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