Brian EnoBonebomb

My body So thin So tired Beaten for years Ploughshare to bomb So hard Bonebomb Bonebomb Bonebomb My town So dusty So dry Buildings pushed over Lives heat together Young girls dreaming of beautiful deaths Pop star pictures above their beds Above their heads Troops Everything stolen Except my bones Now I am only bone I waited for peace And here is my peace Here in this still last minute of my life © 2018