by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Death passed me by, but he touched my soul. While his scythe of fiery lead, cut a swathe through the pre-morn light. Bony fingers plucked holes in mortal flesh. To quench the reaper’s thirst. He passed me by, this...
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Until you have had the ground beneath your feet disappear. Seen the sky turn black and shower you with molten metal fragments. You’ll never know how precious the morning can be for men at war. I pray you never have to share the...
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Mist, in from the sea. Rain, on the hills and the mountains. Death, in the valleys. Echoing screams of birds. Wind rushingthrough the sound. Ripples,on the waters. Spray, on their wings. Talons, touch and strike. Flicking, like a salmon’s tail. The specks fly. While...
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Tracer lit the night while the screams of the dying were drowned out by the exploding shells no longer cold or wet no thoughts of hunger. Just a surge, a rush the body’d come alive.
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
You, with your neat picket fence And freshly mown lawn. Where only the occasional daisy Pokes through. Sedately content You survey your domain. While I, ignored by the passing thrall I sit on this dusty plain My withered limbs Say it all Too sick to move I await...
