How To Paint a Bomb
Phosphorus scent
across the maternity ward in
the tremor of morning's vapor;
Grey on white --
a shade which makes
the sound of explosion
new brush on history's canvas,
a hot exhaustion of lungs to the brim
and spent cycles of discontented sighs.
Copyright © Kaveh Afrasiabi | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment