Open Poetry #45 |
September 1, 1939, Panthers On The Long Road To Dubno (redux) |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Cats in the dark, leather and steel silver on black, we came to attack; with a song on our lips and night at our back, in great metal beasts full of young supermen, we raced for the dawn through forest and field; churning the world into waste, we came to make history a personal story. Tigers in heat, lightning and fang thunder and claw, we charged at the sun then mounted the road turned to the south then fire and load... then fire and load... no quarter no mercy, we butchered them all laughed at their fall grinding the pieces into the dirt, the new Master Race killing children for glory. ©2005, 2009 by icebox . |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
If only the writing of it could erase the memories. Love to you, Charlie. sincerely, latearrival [This message has been edited by latearrival (09-01-2009 08:36 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Terrific write, dear Charlie. It gives me shivers. You created the atmosphere so powerfully. Haunting memories! ... and the healing process is going on forever! It also shows the incredible and devastating effects of a "properly instigated group", because no single man could ever do what was done by the "group". Love and peace, dear Poet. Margherita |
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ESHA SEN GUPTA Member
since 2009-09-01
Posts 108Maharashtra,India |
We in India are always seeing men in animals garb and even though it is very sad it has become a part of our life.You have created a horrific picture with well placed words. love Esha |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
A well put together poem, with haunting memories. ARCTIC WIND |
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