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by Travis G Finborg

dust settles
to coalesce around my feet
combat boots kicking through the troughs

a herd of sheep crowds around
staring at the desicated remains
a burned out vehicle

a wiff of char turns my stomach
as i see the lonely wire run off
i crouch down

in the distance
two men stand
raising their rifles

10/17/2010

Posted on 10/17/2010
Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 10/17/10 at 06:02 PM

Brutal, blunt, and incredibly powerful in spite of its brevity. Or perhaps because of it... One way or another, I was actually expecting to see a little poem about a blanket, and boy did I get blindsided.

Posted by E. A. Pugh on 10/20/10 at 05:24 AM

Your experiences are worthy of writing about. I know your whereabouts; you are in words to give to those of us who will never know your plight. And for those who stand beside you who are unable to write them.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/01/15 at 07:02 PM

Congrats on POTD. I know this dust and those sheep and am thankful for your presence there.

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