Bitches of War
When the burned out bitches of war
Come hobbling back
Licking their stump of memory…
When the burned out bitches of war
Turn their face from the spume of rhetoric
Heaped in their feed bowl…
When the burned out bitches of war
Bury their muzzle in the cold loam
Of silence…
When the burned out bitches of war
Hear voices inside their head, and wonder
Who it is they’re talking to…
When the burned out bitches of war
No longer heel, but simply draw themselves
Within themselves…
It’s then that they leave me breathless.
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Bourgeois Revolution
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Skirling
Ken Holland has been widely published in the journals including Rattle, Tulane Review, Tupelo Quarterly, and Tar River Poetry. Forthcoming in Atlanta Review and San Pedro River Review, among others. His work has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize. He placed first in the 2022 New Ohio Review poetry contest (judged by Kim Addonizio), finalist in the 2022 Lascaux Prize in Poetry and the 2024 Concrete Wolf Chapbook contest. More at kenhollandpoet.com.
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