Shrapnel Poem by Adam Wayne Mackay
Shrapnel
Shrapnel
Body parts
And
Machines
Blood
Chaos
And
Screams, our
Fallen
Hero's
Worst
Dream,
Irreparably
Harmed
He takes
A
Sip
From his canteen,
Assesses himself
And doesn't
Like
What he
Sees,
He's
In
Pieces
And
He
Cant
Hear
A
Thing
Friday, October 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mind,thought
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