Hollow Tin
Hollow Tin
Tap tap!
Like calloused fingers
On a hollow tin,
Like a snare drum
Muffled, as if bodies
Were stuffed within.
Tap tap!
On riddled wood
And gloopy mud,
A spit, a splat,
A rat-a-tat-tat
A gasp, a cringing thud.
Tap tap!
Slow yet rhythmic
Like warm autumn rain,
Hauntingly beautiful,
Echoing like the silence
Of comforting pain.
Tap tap!
The constant dripping
Of crimson friends,
"Over here, over here!"
As one voice calls out
Another one ends.
Tap tap!
On crispy khaki
And hollow tin,
Sculpting Tommy's face
Into a grimace
And a wry grin.
Tap tap!
Louder, a whistle,
"Oh my god!.....this is it!"
Tap tap!
Another two bullets
Hit.
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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