The Face of War

Posted on June 24, 2012 | 3 Comments

 

From the peaks of areola mountains
And the lush vaginal valley’s depth
We cede to the wrist’s demanding time
The face fails to stop the sighs that leaped

Our face’s hands will not be interrupted
Only our memories coincide long
Drums closer and louder demands more
Cacophony won’t wash way our song

© 2012 Michael Yost 06/24

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3 responses to “The Face of War”

  1. Millie Ho | June 25, 2012 at 6:55 AM | Reply

    Great poem, Michael. Love the last line.

    Like

  2. gracefulglider | June 25, 2012 at 8:18 PM | Reply

    Intense content yet great economy of words. THis is a great piece. Love and Light!

    Like

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