War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

after (1)

hollow, overfull, tears for brothers dead, tears for those half-done. elation/guilt downed like strange shooters, strange brew. their lungs won’t/can’t trust breath without a fuse. waiting waiting. still. their winter twisted, razor wired into skulls. war is weary. old skin for the young.

incoming. incoming.

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