Death

A tale from the war to end all wars.

easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
November 16, 2016

The poor man leaked life, as the shrapnel was thrust upon his chest,
Shadows soaked and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a soldier, as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like yapes.

--- easypoem ---





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