Perhaps he was wounded
by the weariness
of war
... pain of age,
youth lost,
remembering
hunger
and heartache
and the bright battlefields
that always seem to lead
... to darkness
that destroys the heart
so far
from home.
(Night always arrived
... sticky with sweat
... and dread of morning.
... more of death again
in the
morning.)
Everything in life
has changed.
Death is forever,
as the living disappear.
Life has retreated,
... gone.
(Eyes of a soldier.
are eyes
gone to distance
where nothing is born,
ever...
ever again.)
("MEDEVAC ... NOW!!!
resupply Sgt! Resupply and get Ammo!
Call it in!
Now Sgt...
NOW!")
... and whatever was left
is writing lonely words.
oldman words, lost to war
and faded memory. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003
Listed September 6, 2009 |
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