THE DAY THE SOLDIERS CAME
Disguised as a corpse
amongst corpses
I prayed to every
(although I did not believe
in any of them)
God
to let my live
be mine to live
the dead have faces
that are mother…brother
some have lost
the faces that they owned
homes
of people I have known
blaze
the soldier's laughter
high
on the killing
my eyelashes
trembling
seeing nothing seeing everything
my mother's face calmly burning
pee trickling
down my shattered left leg
the soldiers almost bored
a cackling radio commands them
to move on
advance like ants
I the only corpse
able to come back from the dead
drink in the darkness
of the new night.
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