Taught to be killers
they were
Allergic
to the stench
Of torn humans
Images
burned into iris
So dark with despair
they lay like rag dolls
while these camouflaged soldiers judged
injuries -- merely filthy
breathe -- disposable
Flesh wounds burned of memories
While weapons with alphabets and serial numbers
Scraped on their abdomen
Screamed enviously from oiled tongues
Sentencing fallen souls
to an afterlife
of Gods
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This would be the one for me. The image of the gun being jealous of those who are sentenced to death…wow! Solid opening and “allergic to the stench of torn humans” captures how the U.S. is indifferent to the death/murder of “those other people”. That the same reaction could be caused by ragweed or pollen is something to meditate on.
You've done good Ms. Browne.
thanks for the feedback... again ya poem was smashing!(gettin' ready wit my UK lingo)
so its a deal -- you propose the next writing exercise!
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