I saw days unfold

I saw days unfold
over dead man's
arid center court
brandishing
tickets to the end
of all past

sun's leaping like a frog
through confiscated yesterday
in pale stiff glory

I in the afterglow run
with the pain of ghosts

yesterday has no color
stretched like a patient
tangible only with pain




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-06-10 at 00:10

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Your poetry has a superb way of describing the horrors of war.
Excellent poem.
2014-06-10