The World Continues On With Death

Unknown names
too vast for any tongue
to declare, or arms
to lift up
each bit of flesh destroyed
by torture
on the open honest fields of grass
yearning for sun
for rain.

by Charles Chaim Wax

Comments (2)

Yet even in death, the grasslands are being paved. Enjoyed the thought in this as much as the thought provoked.
This is great writing, Charles. It is pithy, to the point and written with great use of the poetic arts. Wonderfully observed and full of humanity and written with great compassion and detachment. Hugh