“Sulfur”

By Jacob Stillings

The smell, the smoke,

The scent of burning flesh.

Do you get used to it?

Or does it fade?

No one lives to tell.

For the words, like the ashes and smoke,

Ascend way up with the dreams of those before them.

Through the slats, I see the birds flying south.

Beyond the madness, I feel at peace.

For once in my life, there are no worries.

The hunger will end and screams will halt.   

The emptiness is filled with utter darkness.

I feel the cold black fear of night

As I lay silently screaming in the darkness.

My heart is broken for the children who have lost their innocence

The emptiness is filled with utter darkness.

The pain

Do you get used to it?

Or does it fade?

No one lives to tell.

For the emptiness is filled with utter darkness.

No light, no light in the blue Polish eye.

As the Luger hovers lightly in its German glove.

He was shot in the belly, and in three hours,

He bleeds to death.

           Casual death has drained away their souls.

But they live on forever in our own.

 

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