Glasshouse

They forgot
They’d created
Killing machines,

Emotionless mongrels
Armed with loop-holes
And gunfire,

All broken
And glass eyed,
Youths steady growling,

In shadows surrounding
The piled flesh
And silence,

Secrets
And whispering
Schemes.

Dreams
Like explosions.

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4 Responses to “Glasshouse”

  1. glass house is the perfect title for this poem.. amazing.. 🙂

  2. Very nice lines.

  3. Intense and scary very powerful piece on the ravages of war

  4. Dennis Carter Says:

    The characteristic ironic commentary from an important contemporary poet.

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