i manage to pull myself
together.
my heart is beating wildly
ginger baker like.
my head hurts, ears ringing
like church bells
on a sunday morning.
another explosion, the ground shakes
i am trying to hold it
together.
another explosion close by,
i can hear hot pieces of metal
buzzing through the air.
i bury my face, my hands
holding my helmet in place.
I think of home, many thousands of miles
away,
how i wish i was there now,
safe and faraway
in that other place.
(12-22-1968)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem