Rain drops pounding delicately into pavement
Glistening on top their naked bodies
Wiping away proof of existence
Blood wiped away in puddles
A heap of graceful significance
Limbs sprawling out with a mangled gentleness
Dead hair drenched in fresh rain, pounding into their skin
Numbness. Nonexistence. Inaudible.
Structures absent of heart beats
A pile of useless flesh and organs.
The results of mass hatred
Body parts stolen, decimated
Stripped of clothes
Stripped of dignity
Stripped of longevity
Extremities exploited
Perceptions of nonexistent visions
Their naked bodies reflecting light
Glittering with an alluring beauty
A repulsive yearning
An unbeareable curiosity
The destruction of such fragility
Another statistic. Another chalk line.
The divinity of such strength, reduced to primitiveness
Reduced to Insignificance
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Astonishing and powerful imagery here sky,i initially thought this was about war until you explained it to me,its the type of poem that stays with me such is its message,i can only imagine the impact this experience has left on you,my favorite lines;
"Dead hair drenched in fresh rain"
"Perceptions of non existent visions"
grand work kitten
bye
rhet
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Thank you for the comment. I'm glad I explained to you what this poem was about so you really can understand it's meaning. I think seeing a dead body for the first time, especially under these circumstances, can leave an impact on anyone.
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