Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Words of war

Welcome to this poem
Be not afraid
For the words
Found here
Mean no harm

No offence

No pain

No thinking

So each soldier
Took his turn
Fucking her body
Into complete
Stillness…

And thus she slept



© Harry Rout 2018

Monday, June 25, 2018

What's the next move?

the absurdity
and memories
of endless
choices…

while this muddy
angst
heaves beneath
this nothingness
as it washes
thru my mind
like some
monstrous freedom
clinging
to the claws
of time


© Harry Rout 2018