Dead Flashlight

September 4, 2012
By Anonymous

He looked at the photographs
While fumbling the flowers
He looked at the first photograph
Then at the second one
Her legs
Her left knee, slightly bent
Her eyes, wide open
The branches hold their silence
But it was not long before it broke
By the gunfire
Like a bolt of lighting
Boom- Down
And he was badly, sickeningly
Frightened all the time
He was a soldier, after all
He was a dead flashlight, after all
He looked at the photographs
With an easy flick of the thumb



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