Poem of War

jr paruolo
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Only the dead have seen the end of the war. - Plato
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It was a poem
of war

A dead zone
of words

twisted like strands
of barbed wire

across
no man's land

It was a poem
of war

with the shrapnel
of shattered sentences

embedded
into every page

It was a poem
of war

printed in blood
instead of ink

It was a poem
of war

A place from which
No one came home

It was a poem
of war

Written
by the dead

It was a poem
of war

a poem the living
never read