cer cruz

Napalm and Incense
danced to rock & roll
rain on mud did these bestow
upon earthly remembrance
Lack of care was not there
empathy falling short of awareness

The one who watches
still nightly blanches
screen, flashback theater, flickers
with the bump and grind
of the jeep in sludge
while the tracers fill the edges

Now the story goes
that this country rose
to defend with frag and hero
but the truth we fought
and the hell it brought
were the seeds of dishonor

So the watcher lurks
in the shades of gray
where the white crosses staff
the graves
sealing memories black murk
and mirthless soldiers other half