Friday, 23 November 2012


Where is her bottled flesh?
Is it exhumed and forgotten?
Where is my torn redemption?
Does it lie,
Surrounded by flies,
Withered and rotten?

This was a war
I was meant to lose
With my arms and armour
Of the chosen few.

I could try,
To not be capsized,
But panic spread through the crew.

1 comment:

Amna Siddiqui said...

So much harmony.