Napalm gas and white phosphorous filled clouds
explode in cavalcades of predictable burst
Hatchet men with machetes lop off offensive ears
with a deafening silent swish as all bayonets are readied
Sprays of gold and red are full metal jacketed by the breath of a gun
This is how war is done......and I remember
How Death smells like a four letter word.....
I love the last line Ted...it reminds us that this is all too real... Hugs, Dee
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I would like to translate this poem
you have it down pat nice read holds you from beginning to end