Flowers Broken Bullets Poem by William Greco

Flowers Broken Bullets



mysterious figures
wander in the countryside
aimlessly in mud and dust

but meanwhile
black and white killer whales
keep slaughtering seals

and giants of history
smoke chimneys like cigars

while silver is cold
and wind draws through March

Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: broken,flowers,surreal
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