Rotting Bones…

The stranger stood as life

Poured out of a young man

On the ground, a knife thrust

Deep into his chest.

Shadows shot and heads watched,

As faces twisted into ugly shapes,

Another soul now at rest.

some said, bones would rot here,

Souls were struck, and destroyed,

Their lives based on fear.

We are all one…when will that

Become clear?

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

ECHOING IMAGES FROM THE SOUL

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2 thoughts on “Rotting Bones…

  1. The starkness of the words provided so much room for my mind to create the seen. I was brought up abruptly by the last line. It took me off guard.

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