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Scorched Earth Policy
by Jason WardellI have gone to ground
and I will trace the cracked earth
along its weeping sores
and I will find the green places
still blossoming in hope
and I will want to nourish them
but nothing can live inside a fire
and I will learn that eventually. 07/09/2011 Author's Note: I never sold you; I excised you. You never fought; you surrendered.
Posted on 07/09/2011
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 07/09/11 at 03:15 PM The invisible words hit me hard. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/09/11 at 11:12 PM Stunning. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 07/10/11 at 02:48 AM I live inside a fire. |
| Posted by Samiah Haque on 07/11/11 at 07:37 PM beautiful.
(fires are strange things) |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 07/17/11 at 09:25 PM Living in a crevasse shouldn't be so hard. It's the ditches you need to worry about. In other news, I wish this were longer. Feels like it's either a beginning or an ending. |
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