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the unseen

somewhere in the heartland
as the remants of winter
collide with the coming spring
battling for control of the climate
one sits in the storm
hair whipping in screaming winds
eyes ablaze with passion
rain pelts the naked form
that leans back releasing howls of laughter
a child trembles in the night
awakened by the thunder
from a dream about a far away place
in which the bodies pile high
the stench of death
hangs like a fog in the desert skies
masters of war
feasting on the carnage
bloated yet still they feed
clinking goblets spilling blood
their appetite unsatiable
the gluttons order
the one hundred twenty seventh course
in a meal that never ends
while the goddess of peace
is gagged and bound in the corner
getting her head cut off for the cameras
again
again
again
again
again
again
again
again
afuckingain
lighting illuminates the childs room
hearing a passing car
gives solice with the thought
they arent alone
in the darkness of this night
that inner peace leads to slumber
filled with dreams of butterflies and daffodils
elsewhere in the house
mommy trembles in her bed
as she hears the rapists car
heading north along the highway
into the darkness of this night

carpenter_newton

wow.

exhale

welcome...

nailz100

Very nice poem. I don't know if you are making any comparison between war and rape...but thats what I got out of it. I guess that is what is exhilarating about poetry...is that its always open to the readers interpretation.