War Machine

conscience breaks like
bones break under heel;
its heart drips diesel, sings
of blood and oil; black
as the phantom laughter
that stills the breath of
every soldier
that dares
to meet
its
eye

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One comment

  1. slpmartin · June 2, 2013

    Fine combination of music and rhyme.

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