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Pomegranate Guts

by Mike Acker

At first glance, I thought it was red
cut-up cactus fruit or even torn-apart
pomegranates with the deep redness
and shine that only that fruit has.

When I approached, my boots raising dust,
I saw only the bitter fruit of war: a child’s body.

Copyright © 2015 by Mike Acker

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