Ted Sheridan

War Zoned - Poem by Ted Sheridan

I was gone for weeks this time and nobody missed me
It was just like the last time when I disappeared
Into the deep dark and dangerous jungle for a year
And when I finally emerged alive and well
My hair was long and my beard hid my face from view
No one recognized me as a wounded warrior but instead
Chose to see me as just another escaped animal
That needed to be caged or quarantined for my own protection
Because in all likelihood I had become a real killer
I had blood stains on my hands and my breath smelled like death
My teeth were sharp and my even sharper eyes x-rayed my chosen prey
I could count the ribs on my side with my fingerless hands
And I was extremely hungry for anything that moved
It was then I knew for sure that I would never be able to adapt
To a civilized world in which people pretended not to know
Where the bodies are all buried
Yet they erect a monument to commemorate the atrocities
Committed on their behalf….


Comments about War Zoned by Ted Sheridan

  • (11/6/2007 1:50:00 AM)

    Madness and civilisation indeed. Hard-hitting and provoking and spot on as ever Ted. t x (Report) Reply

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  • (11/6/2007 1:34:00 AM)

    Irony agonizingly penned. Brilliant in your face poetry. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • (11/5/2007 10:55:00 PM)

    Powerful and brilliant work, Ted........thankyou.....
    Be well....

    Best, D.
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  • (11/5/2007 10:30:00 PM)

    Yet they erect a monument to commemorate the atrocities
    Committed on their behalf

    great write ted i missed you my friend.. and so do those who are attached to you..
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  • (11/5/2007 10:25:00 PM)

    It is always the hardest truth to tell. You've done so without artifice and in a strong blank verse which echoes 'Zonk' feelings... Cool. Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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