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Array ( [sid] => 30642 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => aftermath [time] => 2004-01-03 00:40:59 [hometext] => [bodytext] => the smell is repulsive
death has been here
empty bodies
cold hands and eyes betrayed
tears and soil and bloody mud
a mess of destroyed lives
what justice can I claim here?
boulders where lives used to stand
the windows have no walls to validate them
the outside came in
and confused the doors
everything is one now
or everything is nothing
there is no use for these broken chairs
no one to eat the rotting food set on the table
let the scavengers have their feast
the smell is repulsive
the sight of right gone wrong, overwhelming
a mother sits on the floor of her kitchen
with clouds for ceiling,
wind for walls
holding remnants of a baby’s blanket
in her bloody hands
her face marked with salt and mud
her eyes are blank, no tears
this isn’t real...
from where she sits alone
she can’t be sure it’s not a nightmare

Nov. 03 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 57 [informant] => me [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
aftermath

Contributed by me on Saturday, 3rd January 2004 @ 12:40:59 AM in AEST
Topic: war



the smell is repulsive
death has been here
empty bodies
cold hands and eyes betrayed
tears and soil and bloody mud
a mess of destroyed lives
what justice can I claim here?
boulders where lives used to stand
the windows have no walls to validate them
the outside came in
and confused the doors
everything is one now
or everything is nothing
there is no use for these broken chairs
no one to eat the rotting food set on the table
let the scavengers have their feast
the smell is repulsive
the sight of right gone wrong, overwhelming
a mother sits on the floor of her kitchen
with clouds for ceiling,
wind for walls
holding remnants of a baby’s blanket
in her bloody hands
her face marked with salt and mud
her eyes are blank, no tears
this isn’t real...
from where she sits alone
she can’t be sure it’s not a nightmare

Nov. 03



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