Submitted by Shaun Clamp
Dense nuclear plumes
towered in the dry, hot sky.
Stark expressions: the power of war.
Later by the window, a cracking
The first shell,
then the slew of ammunition
battering the roof, glancing off glass,
dousing the parched white walls; ceramic sheen
reflecting vaguely the sky.
And green trees dripped
And the white carcass of a spider suckled in vain
At a drop that was stuck the other side of the pane,
And harder it rained,
And darker it became.
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Photo credit: Gassed – John Singer Sargent