John Courtney

Rookie - 0 Points (05-22-1982 / Philadelphia)

Dogs Tagged - Poem by John Courtney

you're in this tank
that fills around you
and the bodies crackle
below you like bare
feet in the forest

you've got blood
all over your face
and mud where the
blood isn't

nothing can touch you
as it fills around you
and the bodies crackle
and you run barefoot
in the forest

and eventually you're
out of the forest
and the tank stops
and the clean grass
feels good on your toes
and maybe it's sand

you've got blood
all over your face
but it isn't yours

you didn't go to war
but you sure as shit
deserve a medal
and you settle for a
cold beer and maybe
a cigarette

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013


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