[image courtesy Imaginary Garden With Real Toads]
BRAVE MEN'S BONES
Insatiable Mistress War
She basks in the interlude of strife
She paints her rouge of dead men's blood
And fancies her nails from his bones
Stalking the shadows of discord
Wrenching in anorexic pangs of hate
Seducing with her hips of disagreement
Watch how we bow now to brave men’s souls
And peace genuflects
BRAVE MEN'S BONES © gillena cox 2016
I like peace genuflecting. That is a nice touch. Her rouge made of their blood is a vivid image as well.
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I really shudder (in a good way) from the chilling image of that insatiable lady.
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Peace bows to us. Sometimes.
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Such a unique and powerful personification of war, Gillena. This poem really struck home.
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Watch how we bow now
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That is all one can do, to appreciate the sacrifices of brave men. War is just disgusting!
Hank
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That personification makes for a powerful poem.
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