No Peace in this Rest

by Kristina Woodhill

Body bags
already unavailable,
a leg draped outside
a tarp, lax
still living, weary hands
heave dead weight
awkwardly dropping,
a last roll into
one of many
long burial trenches,
half full,
each corpse
compresses its neighbor,
inhuman contact its last


Author's Note: Once again, the horrors of war.

Posted on 03/11/2022
Copyright © 2022 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 03/11/22 at 11:55 PM

Another war waiting to happen - hard to imagine anyone claiming they failed to see it coming?

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/12/22 at 05:32 AM

Well stated Kristina. :(

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