6 june 2012
Machine Gun Victims
The intersection
of a third world market:
An insurgent, and old man
a woman, or a child
broken under dawn;
sloppy pools of
bone and flesh.
What they never saw
will never see again
under the terrible
orange sun.
And the machine guns
continue to laugh
day after day
year after year,
like background noise.
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