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bloody checkmate
by Michele SchottelkorbSuper sonic neon flashes
Invade the valley of my ashes
Hover close to my dead shell
Make a toast and say farewell
Thickened blood in a messy pool
Catch a bullet; Im no fool
For my country my soul shall burn
Checkmate, partner, its your turn
February 1, 200402/01/2004 Author's Note: for author's note, see my journal, as i have responded to comment two on this poem there... blessings :)
Posted on 02/02/2004
Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Deborah S Regan on 02/02/04 at 03:25 AM what's a Pagan and how can one be pacifist? the Celts were violent, what about all those murdered people buried and presersed in the peat bogs? |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/05/04 at 12:22 PM the humanity and honesty in your poem is evident as you choose your meaty words and there isn't a filler in the bunch. Will doves and hawks e'er come to truce? I wonder. |
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