Bullet holes and traces
Source: A Million More Did Start | Wolfgar Words
Today, we’re sharing a touching poem about war by David Moore of “Wolfgar Words.”
This will also be featured in the seventh issue of The Burgundy Zine along with another poem by Moore, “The Unfound Generation.”
I wish I could walk a mile on my twisted wasted legs,
but they are on a cratered path
somewhere else instead.
I wish I could speak a truth with my mangled severed tongue,
but it festers in a blood soaked pit
where silence was begun.
I wish I could show you vision through my blinded plucked out eyes,
but they were stamped on with derision
when I pleaded with them, why?
I wish I could take your hand with my shattered broken claw,
but they shackled it and hacked it off
when I knocked upon their door.
I wish I could make you feel with my broken bleeding heart,
the one that when they stopped it
a million more did start.
© Wolfgar 2018
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