.
One hot summer day
Leaves sway
Flesh wounds decay
Sweltering sun sails away
To be precise
Life and death
was the price
to pay
One Friday
Like any other day
Shells explode all around
Men fell on the ground
Sky turned yellow-gray
The thirteenth of August,
the deadliest
At about a quarter to three
Gas crawl and creep amply
Geese and teals in frenzy
Weedy marsh moorhens flee
Men pray to God All Mighty
In the afternoon
It’s a matter of death again
A soldier grabs a pen
His mind hazy
His skin itchy
His hand shaky
“I fell in love…”
He begins to say
His mind begins to fade away
His awareness, fray
“Forget me not…”
He wanted to say…
December 22, 2009
USA
