12 Jun Iron Blushes, Arrows Whimper
Posted at 14:06h
in Poems
Iron blushes when forged for swords,
Arrows whimper on bow drawn taut,
Powder yowls when sparked by shot,
Shivering hulls of wooden boards,
Steam screams (vapor vocal cords)
Headed towards some wretched fate,
Sails when dropped let out a yip,
Bullets whine when bullets rip,
Airplanes groan, they anticipate
Horrors heartless hearts precipitate,
All occupations that man made
To truss upward his altar-for-war,
He drags it all to serve his tour:
Molded earth rides in cavalcade,
But hear! it cries, it is afraid . . .