Poems

Corpses In The Woods

A dung heap of rotting corpses:
Glazed eyes, bloodshot,
Brains split, guts spewed out
The air poisoned by the stink of corpses
A single awful cry of madness.

Oh, women in France,
Women of Germany
Regard your menfolk!
They fumble with torn hands
For the swollen bodies of their enemies,
Gestures, stiff in death, become the touch of brotherhood,
Yes, they embrace each other,
Oh, horrible embrace!

I see and see and am struck dumb
Am I a beast, a murderous dog?
Men violated
Murdered.



Poem topics: ,

Rate this poem:

Add Corpses In The Woods poem to your favorites

Add Poet Ernst Toller to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "Corpses In The Woods" poem.
All Ernst Toller Poems

Popular Poets

Pablius Papinius Statius (2 poems)
ZizingaCharms Love SpellsPsychic (0 poems)
William Howitt (1 poems)
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant (0 poems)
François Villon (0 poems)
Francis William Lauderdale Adams (0 poems)
Padraic Colum (3 poems)
William Brighty Rands (6 poems)
Henry Francis Lyte (2 poems)
King James I Of Scotland (1 poems)

Popular Poems

To Revenita (10), by Madge Morris Wagner
The Last Parade, by Banjo Paterson
A Silurian Holiday, by Ambrose Bierce
An Alibi, by Ambrose Bierce
To A Departing Favorite, by George Moses Horton
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxx, by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Fragment: Wedded Souls, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
D'Après Albert Dürer, by Victor Marie Hugo
The Slavery Of Greece, by George Canning
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude I., by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow