Whitney 2 --Stains
Ripped knapsack
decays with time,
ever stained
from war’s horror.
My young son
flipping in—out
through piles of bones and .echoes.
Written for Whitney 2 Contest Sept 9 2017
Sponsored by nette onclaud
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2017
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