UndergroundA Poem by Lloyd LofthouseVietnam 1966It was 1965 when three Marines, Scorch marks on the rock showed where napalm had once roared.
We examined the spot where The Japanese soldiers placed their machine gun. Imaginations traveled back in time Where killing turned soldiers into hometown heroes. At the back of the cave, the tunnel narrowed From vertical to horizontal. Like acrobats, we twisted our bodies into worms Crawling through mud With solid rock inches above our heads. It was tight in that damp, narrow space beneath the earth.
We were cockroaches crawling through a volcanic vice That could easily close with an earthly shudder. We knew that Okinawa was home to deadly snakes Lurking in dark places When the lights from the military flashlights flickered. With the light gone, the darkness was total. There was no dripping water, no echoes Just silence, And no way to tell which direction was the way out. Panic was not an option. To move, we shoved with our feet And clawed with our hands. After an hour, there was not enough room to lift our heads While plowing through muck Wondering if it was possible To make a U-turn and return to that cave While surrounded by a starless midnight. When we neared the notch in the side of the gully Outside Camp Hanson, That light at the end of our journey appeared, And we tumbled free and swore never to return To that natural dungeon. Most warriors are eighteen When they go to war. We set boots in Vietnam a month later. © 2009 Lloyd Lofthouse |
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1 Review Added on June 8, 2009 AuthorLloyd LofthouseBay Area near San Francisco, CAAboutLloyd Lofthouse earned a BA in journalism after fighting in Vietnam as a U.S. Marine. Later, while working days as an English teacher at a high school in California, he earned an MFA in writing. He en.. more..Writing
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