Kyle Schlicher

Goodnight - Poem by Kyle Schlicher

it is dark.

very little starlight.

just a sliver of moon.

i smell the sandbags,
rifle oil
bug juice.

my watch is over.

i very gently awaken
the other marine
in the bunker.

he jumps wide awake
then quickly remembers
where he is.

0200, you're up
i tell him.

he says
as he assumes his position
to peer out
into the same darkness
i had been looking into for 2 hours.

I curl up against the sandbags.


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Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 11, 2015

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