Killing each other in the heat of battle
gets the heart to pumping and pops
the adrenaline mainline into the veins.
No one is bored then, that's for sure
-
confusion, chaos and mayhem reign supreme!
It's after the fight
when the battle is over
the blood cools down
reason somehow returns
and the befuddled warriors look around
at the piles of what used to be men
just like us, they say!
all lying dead now
Make sense of this if you can
we chopper our guys out
if we can
Sometimes the other dead
not exactly like us, you know
but still
almost like us
they once breathed
this putrid swamp air
shitting in their holes
like us, exactly like us,
in fact!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the originality in your writing, but their is also a sense of familiarity. It's a good read.