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Blood Bath
JG (10.31.86 / Attleboro, MA)

Blood Bath

Poem By James Grengs

circling vultures,
smell the metallic air,
fall, lightning, upon the dead.
blood flies through the air,
covering them as they devour,
bathing themselves in blood,
thoughtless for any but

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not sure what I think of this one..it's stirring, but it doesn't leave an aftertaste..