I place in a poem what I lost today,
all of my happiness all of my hopes
a barbed wire appeared around my throat
its edges encircled me like chains of steel
though this is a metaphor and I cry
like a Dove when war makes its presence felt
the sounds of its terror and its madness
as heaven becomes itself a new hell
the mouth of the sky pulls itself back booms
the horizon a throat and tongue vomit
a bomb screams its unwillingness, volting,
while standing to assist is the warlord
he mounts on a Cyclops tamed as a man
the chimera they form is a monster
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