Dead And Bloated Poem by James McLain

There are so many corpses dead of course
And bloated.
A thick coat of flies and maggots cover
Them.
The stench is unimaginable a perfumed rag
Covers my face a few I knew but now.
This is war time and it's been going on to long
Bloated politicians have sold you that.
Some body bags can't be opened, you know why.
And we can't get rid of them because we need
Their experience.
We need to get rid of one but dare we try.