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Wargasm
Pieces rain like blood-tattered confetti,
still remembering their names, their faces.
They're screaming through their exit wounds
I place barrel to temple, pull.
I place barrel to temple, pull.
They're screaming through their exit wounds.
still remembering their names, their faces,
pieces rain like blood-tattered confetti.
still remembering their names, their faces.
They're screaming through their exit wounds
I place barrel to temple, pull.
I place barrel to temple, pull.
They're screaming through their exit wounds.
still remembering their names, their faces,
pieces rain like blood-tattered confetti.
Published 4th Feb 2014
| Edited 23rd May 2014
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5th Feb 2014 3:56am
5th Feb 2014 4:54am
Anonymous
5th Feb 2014 5:08pm
"Blood" and "tattered" need a dash between them. The image of pieces of human flesh screaming is profoundly eerie, and you convey it really well. There's a bit of an awkward jump from those pieces to the people pulling the trigger in L3, though that's also a really strong, scary image.
8th Feb 2014 00:20am
12th Feb 2014 11:08pm
fuck man, i hope you didn't see that...
this poem should be tattooed on the face of every politician that has sent kids off to kill and die
this is one of the most telling war poems i've ever read -
all the bodies of all the names turned "blood-tattered confetti" and the mental wreckage of every survivor who survives or ends it
this poem should be tattooed on the face of every politician that has sent kids off to kill and die
this is one of the most telling war poems i've ever read -
all the bodies of all the names turned "blood-tattered confetti" and the mental wreckage of every survivor who survives or ends it
13th Feb 2014 1:07am
