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War - And nothing hurts me now
by Ben EvansI lie tangled and broken, charred crimson
and encrusted with the desert sand
that I once washed from my hair
A hollow crater torn out
where my mother once
blew raspberries
Two teeth like heirloom pearls
lost and buried an inch deep
once drew blood from young gums
My thigh bone, splintered
is a broken branch,
the tree I fell from once
Some faint damp in my throat
draws ants from the dry land
tiny pincers make no noise
A crack runs jagged
from socket to crown
the broken beach bucket
A flap of wasted skin
is tented over palm bones
where lines had been dreams
A wasp seeks sanctuary
in the tunnel of an eye
the broken soulless window
My face when burning, bubbled
the symptom of the war
horrific acne scarring
And there has been no pain
for an indefinite time
08/14/2011 Author's Note: War. Don't we know better?
Posted on 08/14/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ben Evans
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/13/11 at 08:13 PM No we don't! If you look at history the wars since 1900, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, the middle east, they just keep getting closer and closer together. Militaries must practice or they stop knowing how to kill. Wouldn't that be something?? |
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