In hell, I will be in good company...

May poetry number eleven.

In hell, I will be in good company...

Once I sang the Soldier's prayer.

"Drink till you cannot,

dance till you cannot.

Make love to the wild gals, when you can

and sing to the 3 am moon every night.

War is coming,

no promise tomorrow for us who serve for the fat men in  Washington D.C.

Soldiers need kisses, need memories and need more whiskey.

Dance and sing, we shall do.

Maybe in hell,

the old soldier will find his peace."

I saw dead cities, I put bodies in mass graves and I am thankful for every new day. I know. Death kiss is always close and the poor people living in the center of war. They are soldiers too.

Some soldiers pray in the foxhole to God for one more day. I didn't. I prayed for more whiskey, more midnight dances and the kisses of pretty girls. 

In hell, I will be in good company. I befriended many Vietnam Veterans and they taught me. Need a large glass for the whiskey, we need hard rock and roll, and the wild gals. And bless be the men, who can forget war.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Hell might not be the right place to raise the offspring of war. With the wild women who in Hades w***e. But your buddies pray and implore that kisses of death lead you not through that door. That you dance on the grave and drink with the poor. And in your mind ... no memory of war to store.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Williams. War leaves no winners. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

Better to forget than remember. I understand the need for whiskey to numb the feelings and for living each day to the full, not knowing whether it will be your last. Terrible situation to have to deal with. You have had a taste of hell down here for sure. Can't be much worse elsewhere. Hard hitting write Coyote. I pray to God that my brothers and grandsons and husband, will never have to deal with such horrors. Hard hitting write.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I see the faces of the people in Ukraine and I saw the faces in Bosnia and Africa. No winners in war dear Chris. I appreciate the comment.