The Human Condition

Walking on into a field

Where blood has been spilt

Soldiers have bayoneted one another

Bullets have teared and ripped skin

Lances have pierced and run down many men

Horses have trampled faces into the ground

Swords have butchered flesh

Cannons have spread body parts into beautiful artworks

Dogs have feasted upon terrified foxes

Young women have bled here in painful solitude

Men have cut themselves raw

Shell shock



Hysterical laughter




Angels and demons

The bible

The grass is red, so, so red

The Devil is here

And he has been fed


Author: Jack Bennett

Motorcyclist and Poet Riding and writing

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