The Face of War


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

3 responses to “The Face of War

  1. Great poem, Michael. Love the last line.


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


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