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A Fracture

by V. Blake

there are
screams,
and the
structure
becomes
an incense
of evaporated bone
after the
hand grenade,
as the
banishment
of ghosts
from rib cages
collides with
ionized air,
and crackles
like some
chain lightning
through a
nexus of
less-famous
last words.

09/10/2010

Posted on 09/10/2010
Copyright © 2020 V. Blake

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/10/10 at 11:02 AM

...vince, a very omnious, yet not gloomy poetic work.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/10/10 at 08:21 PM

A great sense of the sinister in this thing. Love it, man.

Posted by Anita Mac on 09/16/10 at 03:21 AM

That's quite the imagery, but "nexus of less-famous last words" may be in my top 10 favorite phrases every written. I'd have to think about that a little more than I'm comfortable with though. Well done.

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