The War Dead – Sue Ann Simar

These are the bodies that must be cared for.
This hush of flesh, these swollen lips
that cannot offer praise or promise.
These glorious eyes look through me
and what I see are children, a fanfare of
children performing pratfalls on a stage.

Sue Ann SIMAR
First published in Endless Mountains Review

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