Paths Of Glory Poem by Jeff Logan
Paths Of Glory
Rating: ★5.0
Hunched in sweat we reap to hear
Spring's chaste moon screaming, wet
corpses remulch earth's tortured crust;
Red laser combines, voodoo blade harvest,
mad human waves of grain threshed here,
worming
brave gray bundles
scattered headless
alone.
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5/7/2024 4:50:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like your style. Simple language yet you use great imagery to get the message across.