Turning Blackblack
To write poetry on the battlefield…
intrepid from the heart
Its words to cover scars and wounds
grief peeling back like bark
Each verse fired like a rifle shot
with bayonet attached
All volleys sharp and to the point
the blood spilled—turning black
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
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