December 11, 1991

War is the color of gray. For gray

is dead.

It sounds like wind roaring through

an old canyon.

War smells like dead flesh burning

in the sun.

Its taste is nothing.

War feels like a boy crying

because his father is dead.

Alan McCoy

Perryville High School, Cecil County

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