Broken Toys
Once sacred bodies thrown promiscuosly about,
Angels and Demons reside within the same house.
Here lies a soldier,
Here lies a clown.
One missing its arms,
One missing its frown.
Here lies a Princess,
Here lies a child,
One grotesquely disfigured,
One smothered by the pile.
Here lies the freckled one,
now presumed dead
Long amber locks
wrenched from her head
Some scars remain there,
Some just beneath her blouse
because Angels and Demons reside in the same house.
Angels and Demons reside in the same house...
This poem is about:
Our world