Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

War Cheers

The birds were feasting
on mutilated remains,
maggots oozed,
from the ruptured veins,
as bodies piled high
of casualties with no names,
ripped flesh,
rancid smell,
guts mesh,
and visions right from hell,
the markings of fear,
written everywhere,
and songs about bombs
bursting in air,
as death hears,
all the war cheers.

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Ernilando Tugaff March 7, 2009 at 11:26 AM Frank my friend, what you portrayed in this poem is an ugly reality of war. 'though it's somehow disturbing, but we are now enjoying the result of the " ripped flesh/rancid smell/guts mesh" ........ FREEDOM. Keep on going. Ernilando

Laurie Ginn March 5, 2009 at 5:11 AM By the way some how I missed this one. Let me say something nice

Laurie Ginn March 5, 2009 at 5:08 AM You sir are a dog

Carolyn Devonshire February 26, 2009 at 4:59 PM Frank, such a terrifying portrayal of a war zone! Great writing, but the images are so disturbing. Love, Carolyn

Catherine Reinke February 23, 2009 at 3:40 PM what a talent you are. keep writting about the ugly and unpleasant., certainly war. Catherine. I m new here.

February 22, 2009 at 4:17 PM The vivid imagery conveys your thoughts in a striking way--a reminder of the terrible cost of war. Unfortunately, this is sometimes the price for freedom. Thank you for taking time to comment on my haiku. Keep on writing! Karen

Christopher Higgins February 21, 2009 at 7:57 AM Frank you had me turning away with the first two lines..I read and I loved how you finished this piece..the last four lines are well done..love those last four lines a lot.