Showing posts with label William Marr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Marr. Show all posts

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Aftershock

The bloody mutilated
terror
dug up from the ruins
by an excavator
still lies there
trembling

with intensity
exceeding the Richter scale
its epicenter
right in our heart

by William Marr

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