Field of Blood by Ann Christine Tabaka


Field of Blood
Ann Christine Tabaka

Green flags wave goodbye across a field of red.
Blood stained tears choke back blindness.
Dark settles in over a land that once was alive with laughter.
A tornado of repugnance dances over withered dreams,
crushing future hope. Ugly, the only word left.
True is false, false is true.
Lecherous incarnation of deeds beyond reproach,
standing high above bodies of the fallen.
Flagrant deception abounds,
as the final act raises its hand.
Too long has this gone on,
too long have we stood by,
while blood continues to fertilize the earth.

About the Author

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books. Christine lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Burningword Literary Journal; The Write Connection; Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)

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