Battlefield Talk

by John Collins / July 8th, 2018

The voice of a bullet is loud,
and speaks in the color of red.
It speaks in the voices of
the many that lay dead,
as well as the many families
of those left behind.
The size of a bullet,
enormous,
as it spreads its effects
across the lives of multitudes.
Gouging a hole in the hearts
of those who weep, of those
whose life is now no longer whole.

John Collins ia a retired pharmacist from the coastal Virginia area, now living in Central Virginia. His work has appeared in the Dissident Voice, Merak, Fourth and Sycamore, Aurorus and Blossoms, Pangolin Review and Galway Reiew. Read other articles by John.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 8th, 2018 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.