Call signs

Images and reflections of a war in a sacred land

        Crackle and pop

        fade in fade out

Frequencies all down and out

Listening for the killing time

Radio signals all call signs

 

        Turbo screams

         Rotors thump

Scared f**k shitless in my bunk

Watch the locals for a crime

Radio signals all call signs

 

        Artillery rounds

      come crashing down

on the oil soaked sacred ground

  tracer rounds light up the sky

   An F-15 goes screeching by

 

           The Bedouins

       They came around

       We patch them up

      We pat them down

They said at night in the desert sky

   You can hear poor Allah cry   

 

      The things I saw

     In that ugly place

     Time won't forget

      Sand can't erase

       And every day

     the haunting time

Radio signals all call signs

 

  

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

The repetition in this piece gave a daunting feel to the lines. Increasing the traumatic danger that has been exprienced. Very honest, not distorted by the idea of fantical war heoro's but the true gritty expriences and torture of the sensative mind of the troops. Beautiful

[Michael G.]

Well done. A quiet, honest look and feel to this.
(Welcome home...)

[Tai Ryens]

Imagery is described well. Not exactly the type of thing I'd be reading; but I enjoyed nonetheless.

[Ashley N. Philyaw]

This kinda gave me shivers! Woot!

[nigrum homonculus]

the imagery, rhyme and flow are on point. it seems like it was written for spoken word. i enjoyed reading this. well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx. THat's what I'm working on