Picture Poem

Posted: December 5, 2012 in Ripple Effect

Kathryn B

 

Peppered black houses

Against that icy, damp, emotionless

White abyss of a field.

Frost bite on every turn

Distressed screams,

Faces of the weak, the young, the old.

The smell of burnt flesh amongst us.

Stone cold faces

Under steal helmets

With metal machines at hand

Daring you,

Taunting you,

To make one wrong move.

Locked, sealed down tight

Like a prison

Once in

There’s no escaping

Fences, towering

Like skyscrapers

Everywhere coils upon coils

Of razor sharp barbs.

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