Screws twisted as smoke graced
A dim lit room with the reality
Of a finality where magenta and fire
Painted naive minds on route to release
But they were all dead despite open eyes,
In fear of the machine ahead.
Bodies grow mangled and reddened
As machetes cut howling beings
Again and again
Until a crimson earth groans at the burden
Of lives taken freely.
Anthony Salandy is a 19-year-old mixed-race poet & writer who enjoys the pastoral as well as the depth of human sentiment and action and tries in earnest to express this in his poetry. Anthony travels frequently and has spent most of his life in Kuwait jostling between the UK & America. Anthony’s work has been published 16 times in Kuwait Times (‘Half Kuwaiti?’ ARS), Twisted Vine Literary Journal, JHHF Review, Perhappened Literary Magazine, The Mark Literary Review, etc. Anthony has 1 published chapbook entitled ‘The Great Northern Journey’. Aside from writing, Anthony is an avid polyglot who loves to learn new languages. Follow them on Twitter/Instagram: @anthony64120.