
Shrines of War by Juan Carlos Diaz
Shrines of War Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz My war laughed at me today It told me not to feed it anymore From the food grown in adolescent Wastelands where shrines for Teenage girls still stand erect Even though they’re now thirty- Something year-old mothers of little Girls whose heartbreaking tendencies Lay dormant on their smiling faces Until awakened by the sound … Continue reading Shrines of War by Juan Carlos Diaz