Sunday Poetry: Adrian Salamon

Bomb

The sky closes its arms in a tight embrace
The birds ceased to sing a long time ago
Your merciless hammers strike the anvil
Air sucked out of screaming lungs evaporates
Babies crawl lost, mothers weep bitter tears
The blood stained theatre of tragedy -
The choirs of pain sing in harmony
Reverberating through the skulls of the guilty few
Even the crickets refuse to chirp -
Their heads bow in solemn thought
The air thick with the stench of torn earth
and broken flesh
The nightmare has only just begun for them
This disease lingers for all to taste

Adrian Salamon


Note: This poem was published at War Poetry