Oh, god. The word selection in this poem makes my brain overflow with delight. Imagery wasn't used as a tool but an entire machine to pump out endless visions. This, my friend, is a masterpiece. It's sooo wonderfully disturbing that it acually brings beauty to the pile of rubble that is some person left on the ground.

This is superbly disturbing, dear. It's beautiful in a horrific way - which is something that you allude to in the .. I almost said "painting." In the poem. I'm wondering where your inspiration came from...

A Picasso !!!

I loved your poem! What a brilliant description you've given. It's an amazing piece of writing. Just wonderful!