Bloodlust Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Bloodlust



I turn the page
they're patient
they've nothing else to do
but die again
those many thousand men at Salamis

I turn the page
his appetite's not satisfied
and still he craves

ten thousand times
and nought outweighs his lust

though we are only dust
between the sky and waves
again I turn the page

Friday, August 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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