One
I try a little harder
To comprehend
What happened to their bodies
When the bombs burst in
How their limbs separated
How the flames did burn
As their innards spread out
Like Jackson Pollock’s “One”
I try a little harder
To try and comprehend
Where their thoughts have gone now
Like Hemingway’s shotgun, done
3 Comments
Robert William Gaglione
September 20, 2013of madness..
Glenn A. Bautista
September 21, 2013“One” created and “limbs separated” both inflicted by gravity, caused by men – – both, in essence, expressive of this gruesome occurrence.
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September 21, 2013nice input. love it. Thanks for reading and responding. I’m trying to keep them short and get the most out of them. Dickinson was a master of this. I am very upset by the seemingly random killing of children, especially by the US drone program.