anatomical
spearheads and arrows litter the atria
fatigued from filtering poisonous blood
canaries on the battlefield trilling danger
picking through the body’s decaying cavities
akin to a festering wound, a mindless disease
carnally bestowed on the altar of pleasure
desperate for the antidote or noah’s flood
warfare ravages for another millenia
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Such cool imagery! Leaves the reader pondering… well done!
a poem of our moment