Saturday, July 25, 2009

War Fever


on shaved skull, red
measles scrawl faces
in infected Arabic

the blood-blinded bird
in periphery hooks
eyes, swallows dry tongues

bloated carnivals of meat
blasted metal, sand-basted 
desert birds, carnivorous spiders 

feast on the dead and the living
and the street so quiet now
that its echoes explode in our ears

By Robert C.J. Graves

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Robert's work has appeared recently in the Chiron Review, Poetry 4 the Masses, and Prairie Poetry.

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