Little Boy and a Tank

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  • Innocence

    Little Boy and a Tank

    Big gargantuan green

    growly gun laden machines

    vestiges of terror

    of man's slaughter of man.

     

    I can not fathom,

    I do not understand,

    what they represent

    Inside precious nutmeg colored eyes

    the size

    of saucers

    that     gleam with such devilish joy,

     at the very sight of these

    great slumbering, sleeping,

    skeletal carcasses of war.

     

    What do they mean

    to you?

     

    What instinct within you...

    has been so touched by the sight

    that it CRIES OUT

    to ride and conquer

    and know more than you should

    about
    these rusted, crusted, dusty, musty

    machines of war?

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    WordSlinger commented on Little Boy and a Tank

    05-29-2009

    This is so good, the title actually say it all, then ya read it, I' really like it, thank you for a good poem, :)
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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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