Christmas Day 2006A Poem by Baby RicochetI'm opening up, sorry.
We found him in a ditch by the road
His body mutilated His ears cut off His tongue ripped out His eyes gouged out Two 45 rounds through his head I stared for a moment then looked away I was numb to it If I didn't look to long but I knew The taste of violence in my throat The weight and slime on my hands When I picked him up like a sack of garbage In the stench of the late morning heat heavy like rancid sweets cleansing me of humanity making space for the horrific indifference that had become my life We threw him in the truck We dropped him at the morgue In front of the mosque The old cleric smiled but he hated us We knew that The next IED The next mortar round The next sniper's bullet Could be mine Back home in a box In my dress blues Amounting to nothing over a war for nothing But I survived I have to live with that © 2014 Baby RicochetReviews
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23 Reviews Added on July 3, 2014 Last Updated on July 3, 2014 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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