The Subluxation-
We engaged the Crooked Path
With trees dropping small grey pineapples
I wanted to fight, not to run...
The Suffocation-
We choked on fresh burnt flesh
And tasted smoldering black plastic bags
I wanted to fire my gun....
The Indignation-
We broke down at the finish line
And wept at the starting gate we never saw
I wanted to say we had won...
The Adulteration-
We counted fifty-eight thousand
Soldiers killed in Vietnam
I wanted to shout from a mountain peak...
The Evisceration-
This wasn't a Conflict, This was a War!
Such callous claim is a slap to each face
That lie beneath grey-stone and sod-
I wanted to kiss every stone.
FjR-MMXVII
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching poem Ryan Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken