Presumed deceased, their group of just fifteen
had made their way out of the steaming jungle.
Her nurse’s cap had fallen into muck,
and regulation army blouse spit down the centre.
His eyes were swollen badly, though this was a sight
to heal and comfort them and warm a frozen heart.
It was the end of fighting in this violent film.
Good guys had won with heavy casualties.
And here I sit in Lazyboy’s recliner
and try to hide the tear no one should see.
It seemed that fate,as he interpretedit, and those other,less important matters,was just sooo fickle,and never everwould it cometo save the dayfor two wild boyswho had been borninto a worldwhere dust of warstill had not settled,after all.It was the stresshe later said,called post-traumatic.We could not know,nor be expectedat our age,that nerves had been,without much warning,but cold…
Said the general ‘well,send these poets to hell’twas considered a militant sermon.So the tongues freshly sharpened were stuckout at others but not for good luck.But poor spelling prevailedand with glee was detailedbut the villain was only a duck.As all poets and others may knowyou can easily spoil your own show.If you suffer from gasit will…
I would find youand love you.And it came trueperhaps againstall odds of reasonbut it came true.And every morn’I am a happy mansimply becauseI can wake upto you.Oh, that thingscould lastforever,and beyond.The daymust comewhen Godhimselfwill call youso that hecan have youthere, with himeach morningwhen he wakesagain.I don’t begrudgebecause I knowthe why of it,but not the when.Though…
Each step gives you a little joltas if to jog the memories now gone,the sound is barely thereand I control it as I have to hearthose voices of my little gnomeswho will, of that I’m sure,jump off my skin just like the rats they areand watch the ship go down withouta shred of glory, see…
Went on my knees and asked if Icould just attend the wake.The answer was ‘why do you ask? ‘they sent it down by lightning.I took a sip from my small flaskand felt the black noose tight’ning.I said ‘I could just skip the show,would make the coffin lighter’,though I expected a big NoI am no brave…
because of sins that people commit,and that is why, my smart and curious boy,we get rain so often in Washington State’.‘Oh, so we have a lot of sinners here, thenand that is why it is called the Evergreen State? ‘‘Well, yes. I have lived here all my life,all my friends live here and, as to…
