Issue
 #22 

July
2012


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a poem by Kevin Mazzola

Scorched Earth

Scorched earth,
I swore against it.
I swore against the destruction,
the death of the life,
the death of you.

I heard it in your words:
the desire to plant,
to grow,
to harvest
and create
a field of life.

I heard it,
so I had to kill it.
this place
will be nothing
but a monument,
serving only as
remembrance;
no life
will bloom here.

The flames dried my tears.

© by Kevin Mazzola
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #22 ~ July 2012