Turning Black
To write poetry on the battlefield
is to write poetry from the heart
Words to cover the scars and wounds
grief peeling back like bark
Each verse fired like a rifle
with bayonet attached
Its volley sharpened and to the point
the blood spilled—turning black
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
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