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Open Poetry #30

Slaughter Farm

Ben
Junior Member

since 2004-01-17

Posts 21

0 posted 2004-01-21 05:18 PM

Smouldering yellow folders
And 226 dissolute ghost soldiers
Folding at the foiled edge
Devouring a hollow pledge
Presented by uniformed men
Only to be snared in a scorching pen
Forsaken to the desert of solitude depth
Where eyes be blind and ears be deaf
Shells and concrete carcasses
Silence the screams that echo to fallen masses
Releasing the crimson falls
As they seep freely through pellet holes
Dressed in torn and sweat drenched mesh
Inhaling the stench of rotting flesh
While bathing in the humid vomit tarn
They be the wasted pork of slaughter farm

Devils march over the soil Kabul
He who raped his brothers and sisters of life
And he blowing the blind vengeance of brutality
In the misty mountains of crimson stained serenity

The reprisal of the sheep sin
Urine and fiscal downpour over inert skin
Weeks of confined brutalism
Lead to the desperation of cannibalism
Parched for the liquid of blood
Gnawing through skin to a quenching flood
The cage scream and shout
As last breathes fade out
Bathing in the humid crimson tarn
They be the wasted pork of slaughter farm

Devils march over the soil Kabul
He who raped his brother and sisters of life
And he blowing the blind vengeance of brutality
In the misty mountains of crimson stained serenity

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