Drenched.

Public demigods,
fighting mad.
Everywhere, suddenly
nerve-wracking scenery.

Lenten tears
of the many children.
Their mothers are fainting,
crowding on the floor.

Explosion, exposition
of bombs and abuse.
Sunset is tragic.
Nobody wants to sleep.

 

2014

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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