I sprawl
at the beginning of the lacing
respiratory strangle bruises
my eyes glazed
boisterous voice boomed revenge
no words spoken
except howl
: Is there life
must be opened with
pain?
I stumbled on stab
the sword
blood scattered
coloring tributary
silent - meaning pick deaths -
I whip at the end
expectation
opposing force attack is
confidence to win
I still fell
must wait for the roar of drums
the war broke
tomorrow is not the parched leaves
the yield scattered!
Agats - Asmat, September 8, 2010
*Puppet performnces at war beginners
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