And in the light
of dying day
your voice grew
strong
and boastful
as you showed me
your
celluloid past
pointing them out
One by One
telling me names
and dirty deeds done
and secrets shared
of
severed heads
landmine limbs
in treetops
and dried human ear
in key-ring
We raised our cups of whiskey
to abject adolescent atrocities
and
to you making it
out alive
when so many
armed lives for hire
hadn't
I took one
last long look
A group of grinning
boys in fatigues
posing
with guns
for the camera
who ALL
came back as
different
men
What a nice poem is it! Nice words have been used in the poem. The quality of the poem is in its flow, the texture of the poem is knitted well, the theme is fantastic, a very good image has been created.The another quality of the poem is its mystic music. It is a great poem.I like the poem; I enjoyed it while reading. I am giving you 100/100..Keep it up. And at last I like to thank you for sharing this superb poem among us.please read some of mine.
Excellent storytelling and metaphors. I feel I am there listening to the stories myself. celluloid past, abject adolescent atrocities- also enjoyed the language. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cabbie or a cable guy -and confessions even if done by true heart-people accepts to be undone coz' they deal with dark secrets or something dark. But its a very dusky confession though and a beautiful narration Sir. We expect more of such confessions.10++for the work.