Magnolias mired in mud
after the sudden spring storm.
Pink blossoms, shredded, strewn
like lungs, fingers, eyeballs
of boys blasted by
the freak quirk of battle.
At least pity the petals,
for the world won’t care
to halt the horror of a
foot
without a
leg.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 