Monday 26 November 2012

My war senses poem


Good Night
My crew getting shot by
disgusting, murdering Germans.
Blood wrenching, breath-taking
human corpses.
The loud scary, screams
of death.
Rose, red blood dripping
off my nose
Disgusting, sickening shrapnel
as I yelp in pain.
I think red is the last colour
I will ever see.

Cullen



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