The Embodiment Of Private Tony SlovichA Poem by Mario Vitaleas a seed in his mothers belly in time would grow to give birth on his arrival he was greeted with a slap on his a*sas a seed in his mothers belly in time would grow to give birth on his arrival he was greeted with a slap on his a*s as a young child he would dream of far off places with a king in time he would have a paper route where he would shout the names Tony had grown into a fine young man let the reader understand this time he wanted to become a Marine so he was drafted off to Vietnam getting caught in the ditch smoking marijauna to calm the tender nerves of brandly new made private was running from the Viet Cong on Hoochi Ming City was was anything but pretty seeing dead bodies next to his tent he hadn't made a single dent in what he was shortly to become in time Tony would shine being chosen firts class in line yet one day he was in a bind cause in a dream surrounded by aliens creatures from outer space this perhaps met his fate they took Tony onboard to check his brain with devices stripped from his duties for the moment he felt abandoned gasping for air the aliens felt he really did care he awaoke to fight once again this time with new thoughts inside his brain for many thought the dream was totally insane yet in a while he would tell stories of when he was a child for now he was left out in the wild of a different land yet God had a different plan
at the end of his mission he was surrounded by family and friends let everybody know the places and dreams that he experienced a rush of cold air came through the auditorium left alone in his silence of the moment with tears in his eyes it came as no surprise that the alien creatures made him very wise at the very end of the speech he would stand and repeat a letter from his dearly departed mother "For he was never a drifter left to shame yet was my fine son a private with honors, I so love him with a love beyond comprehension soon I will see him even though I'm going off to heaven" not a pin drop in the auditorium for the people knew he was a special man
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AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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