A Rush of Blood

One of my darker free-form/prose poems. Please review it if you have a minute.

The rush of blood

through dilated veins

The pounding rhythm

of unbridled heart

The scarlet flush

upon one's cheeks

A fight for life on bloodied field:

man's greatest scourge

of his sins begat

Strangled cries

of the wounded and dying

Men in agony

twisted

lie on the ground

Mud

gore

and corpses

these surround

Hallmarks all

of battle's toll

Eris,

bringer of strife,

stands laughing at the side

the chaos around

her most loved effect

A rush of blood

from out the veins

The pulsing arrhythmia

of slowing heart

A scarlet stain

upon one's skin

Hallmarks all

of Man's fatal flaws

Reviews

[magenta24uk]

vivid and sad. War is hell. Read it a few times and I am still reading "her most loved effect" as "her most beloved effect." Can't help it! No idea why. :)