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THE SHADOWS OF DEATH

When we walk with

wooden legs &

have no arms to

hold each other &

our flesh burns

Are we brothers

of war?

Inside my head, the blast raises

blood hot clouds

children shriek

entombed in their beds

i hide with war

that takes no limbs but

cuts as paper to my flesh

a lethal holocaust

i fear these long fingers

executing and extinguishing

LIFE

i silently listen for

the pulse of peace

copyright: Dianne Tchir from THE RYTHMIC CYCLE