why is death so beautiful?
the pure red crimson
which stains the lips of the fallen child
the purple hues of a cauterized
collateral
artfully splayed; delightful modern art
and yellow explosions
black smoke
lurid colors of war
like the bodies exhibit
only dustier
these are the artifacts of our age
the rubbish bin of failed policy
the sickly sweet stench which stains
our penchant for setting the example
the shining city on a hill
rests on a pile of corpses
