Sentinel Poetry (Online) #38

The International Journal of Poetry & Graphics Monthly

ISSN 1479-425X











Suchoon Mo


A Sniper

a sniper was dead
holding a rifle

I dare you to show me
a conductor who died
holding a baton
or a soprano
who bled to death
singing an aria

life is not a drama
death not its end

there is no stage

there is no curtain

I have no tear to shed
no voice to utter
a dead warrior does not weep
neither do I

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