War and Other Strangers


Hell scattered lemon drops
melt by the turnstile
gored by the heat
that fell down from the sky

Dogs from the junkyard
gather round slowly
waiting for skin scraps
their howls turn to cries

Men in the green coats
see nothing but vengeance
abandoning reason
for angels on high

Rain falls as bullets
tap out bloody dances
vacating hope
on the strength of a lie

Little ones bleeding
while time takes their mothers
the only thing left
between them and the flies



Copyright 2006 - Carly Bryson