It Smells Like Death
I am just a bird
I couldn't stop them if I wanted
Yes, I saw the bodies huddled for warmth
I didn't know then, though!
Yes, I saw fences and guards
Why do they need so much protection?
Why do I smell flesh, smoke, vomit?
It smells like death.
I hear young children shout for their moms
Then, a gunshot.
A little child falls.
Next I taste tears and sweat
Of young men and women alike
Are those what they are?
The crippled bodies strewn about?
I feel the heat of fire,
The cut of barbed wire.
But what do I know?
I am just a bird.
Copyright © Scarlett Hanley | Year Posted 2017
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