Silenced By The Gunshot

Poem By Tamsin Douglas

Silenced by the gunshot
misty waters shudder cold.
And rippling fields to attention,
bloody as a vampire flock.
Silenced by the war wound.
A young doe and her spindly fawn,
framed by conifer clearing
in a painting far too dear to sell.
Silenced by surrender.
See the flower slowly creep toward
the boundary line.
The forest edge.
Opposing land a soil of bloodshed.
Fertilize opposing crops.

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