Wednesday, January 19, 2011

In Which Venus, Ever Lovely, Copulates with Mars, or the War of Vietnam

I pass a man, his rotting flesh hangs down,
His mouth distorted in agony,
I close his eyes and say a prayer.
Someone’s shouting,
I run.
No time to think.
The ground suddenly alights with heat:
An explosion.
Here, I stop for breath.
The oxygen drowns my lungs as I gasp.
Fear, such fear.
I hear steps nearby, voices.
I stand still, my body aching to rest.
A whistle of noise, more light, heat, light,
I pray for deliverance, cry out,
My God, my God,
Why have you forsaken me?

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