stripping layers of burnt skin <br />from lifeless bodies... <br />digging shallow ditches with tractors. <br />smoke filled silent skies. <br /> <br />the screams of the dying <br />swallowed up unheard... <br />the gods turn their heads, <br />and the trees that wept <br />are now on fire.... <br /> <br />the stench of emptiness... <br />glass broken on the sands. <br />who sent the planes? <br />who pulled the triggers? <br />whose faces, whose souls?<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whose-faces-whose-souls/
