Peace

A feather falls,
from  dark wings,
the clock ticks
a laggard vibrato
 Impaling the flesh
on either side, a knife slow
cuts throw the bones
in pendulum swings
drives through and out.
Ammo in impact
chisels on the skin
and then leaves numb perforation,
such vacancies have you left
in salvation.
Peace is haunting memory
of the wars.