Matthew Bass
What No Longer Haunts Me
What no longer haunts me are:
the shrills of munitions
dropped onto a suspecting city
night after night, cold defilades
on a desolate highway, and
the smell of rotten air.
What no longer haunts me are:
the caved skulls of mother´s sons
no different from me, and the dead
torn apart in the pink mist
they never asked for.
What no longer haunts me are:
feelings beyond hate; emptiness,
because if we could not put a bullet
in someone´s head those pretty ribbons
meant nothing.
-That man passed away years sgo
the day he found the courage to politely say "no more"
and learned it is better to reach out your hand
and never let go.
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