BODY COUNT

 

The casualties rose

We couldn’t keep a body count

mass graves dotted the landscape

 

a toddler screaming

countless villages ablaze

unholy despot glories

 

nuclear seared ground

mustard gas permeates air

rancid poison is swallowed

 

no hiding spots found

drum tap of the machine guns

decimate remaining dreams

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Published in Moonstone Press Philadelphia Says: On War and Peace anthology.  The reading was held at the Free Library in Philadelphia for the premiere of the book.

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