Post by Cory Raymond on Apr 14, 2014 21:40:49 GMT -6
The horrors he’s seen aren’t suitable
for anyone to view,
no matter how much the generals
take them for granted,
or how hard the politicians try
to tidy them up
with patriotic brush strokes.
They are the stuff of wordless nightmares,
spinning down into the yammering abyss
of madness,
finally smashing into the blackness
of humanity without humanity.
Just short of this twenty-first birthday,
he expects to receive the orders
that will send him back
to Afghanistan any day now.
He writes poetry to pass the time.
for anyone to view,
no matter how much the generals
take them for granted,
or how hard the politicians try
to tidy them up
with patriotic brush strokes.
They are the stuff of wordless nightmares,
spinning down into the yammering abyss
of madness,
finally smashing into the blackness
of humanity without humanity.
Just short of this twenty-first birthday,
he expects to receive the orders
that will send him back
to Afghanistan any day now.
He writes poetry to pass the time.
