there is only one winner in war


he adjusts the quill in
his bony hand
this harbinger of doom
he looks beyond the favourable land
waits patiently in the gloom
incense burning, exhausted life
transaction almost done
adroitly barter for mutual strife
when all breath is gone

Poetry by the-me-inside
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Written on 2008-08-17 at 06:27

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Excellent! I love this piece. I perceive that you are or will be a great writer one day.

ngaio Beck
Excellent imagery.I see it as a painting by Holbein,Ribera or Durer.