History Repeats Itself

The angels cry
loud and strong.
Why, Why, Why?
Can no one see the sky?
Can no one count the dead,
or even
the living.
One hundred years is not enough
to forget.
Living in the bottle
is not enough
to forget.
I smell your skin burning.
The sound of choking,
bleeding.
A bone breaks,
loud.
The angels crying,
Can no one see the sky?
Whisper another life
is born
to die.
Why, Why, Why?
I smell your skin burning.
The sound of choking,
bleeding.
A bone breaks,
loud.
All alone we battle.
Many, many around us
battle alone.
Killing is solitary
and permanant.
No flag will cover it - ever.
I smell your skin burning.
The sound of choking,
bleeding.
A bone breaks,
loud.
Scream in a bottle.
Blood in a bottle.
Drink it up.
It will be gone,
surely.
I smell your skin burning.
The sound of choking.
A bone breaks,
loud.

Theresa Laughinghare