No Prisoners
terrible vacancies
reside in our body cellulose
millions of foot paces
resettle at the starting post
the soul under cool linens
dissolves in it's own acids
awaken white worlds
from their shadowy coma
the 1939-1945 war never ends
and takes no prisoners
Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2017
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