…With a loud roar
They introduce themselves
Simultaneously
To one another…
Hands instinctively
Grasp ears–
A swift cry of pain escapes
Trembling lips–
Eyes duck
Behind clenched lids…
But there’s nowhere to hide.
All those voices
Come from inside.
A body of will
Jumps onto the landmine
And is
Annihilated
On impact.
At top speed
The body disbands–
Questions burst into answers–
Defeat plumes into a mushroom cloud–
All sides split
Once again
To lie jagged
On the soul’s floor.
Will…
The voices ever lie silent?
Will…
The silence feed growth?
And who…
Will…?…
Commandeer this vessel
Home
Across violent terrain
And furious seas
To bring victory
Of war
To the motherland?
Who?
Will?
©Jen2010 7–17









I get nervous when to start taking about the Motherland and voices.
You’re always killing things, tsk…tsk… What am I gonna do with you?
I like the symbolism, pure Para.
lol… I do like to kill stuff… but only in theory… only in theory…