VERNALIS

Somewhere someone plans
a spring offensive
somewhere someone young
will die
the old will be bled
and babies force marched
through a warmer gentler
April

Where bombs will concuss
bullets bloom
and snipers shape shift with
sudden green shoots

and headlines will seek
an approbate font

as the front opens
winter’s history revised

Day Two NaPoWriMo April 2013


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  • Bill
    Bill

    Poem, video, poem again. Wow. I’m gobsmacked. Well done yet again, Doug.

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    • r.douglas
      r.douglas

      Thanks Bill, got lucky working this poem.

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      • Bill
        Bill

        Got good, too.

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