Tuesday, May 14, 2013

WAR OF FLOWER*


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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