Short Unremorseful Poems

Like Autumn 
is—to—trees—I am

things fall 
a   p   a   r   t
with precision
and I am unremorseful
and she is left
disconnected from reality
and I wear my sins
proudly to the next act
show after show....

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.Boom! Boom! Boom!

Is the sound of the bombs,
Destructive echoes from metalic stumps.

It kills the young.
It kills the old.

With a ravaging sound,
That rises from the ground.

From the evil man's indurate heart,
That is always cold.

With unremorseful force,
It pierces our loved ones.

Leaving us with havoc,
Bloodshed and tears in our eyes.

This cruel incessant 
Reverberating sound,

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

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