Where Have All the Flowers Gone? (42 word poem)

(photo by Michael Bartlett) “Where Have all the Flowers Gone?” Eighty blossoms crushed in a Ukraine field. Early budding heads now suckle in a sea of mud. Eighty children, burnished, bled in a meadow. Their little leaves now shed burnt away by the madness of man and war…gone… all gone away. (of the 298 aboard…

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“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”

“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” Our land is thick with thistle and with thorn dead bodies lace the meadow newly stripped. The air now wracked with twisted metal born and steaming clods upon the blackness slip. So crush`ed is the early budding heads who suckle now among a sea of mud. Men plunge, protected…

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