Nanjing
A dead baby lays in the middle of the road
her mother decapitated, blood seeps into the river -
A piece of bamboo and a broken bayonet
one penetrates the rectum, the other,
a man's head -
The water is stale, bitter, and putrid
a corpse washes up on shore -
a young boy, his skull smashed in
blood on the butt of a rifle -
A sword, a decapitated torso
rotten flesh, a mass grave
hands mounted to a poll
spoiled meat, rotting in the sun....
Copyright © Antonio Ball | Year Posted 2016
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