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Facing Out

The shoulders chaffed, the weary backs
of pack mules cursed with intellect,
so briefly were unburdened from
the detrious of war.

A break for a line doggy
from the green corrupted alley,
the worst stretch of the worst path;
hell's putrid inner city.

The Pall Mall you were having;
a cardboard box of four;
packed in nineteen forty six;
tobacco stripped three years before
the two of us were born.
Pungent smoke for driving off
the squadrons of mosquitoes,
drawn to the stench of uniforms 
in forty days.

Facing out; back to back,
your pack and mine supported.
I welcomed the distraction
of dreams softly spoken.

My pound cake and your peaches,
in drab green cans, divided,
thoughts of small town rodeos,
cool beds, with sheets,
and warm...

Precious breath not wasted
on Patriots,
or Politics...

Copyright © Wayne Sapp

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  1. Date: 3/16/2011 9:41:00 PM
    Wayne,, a big congratulations, on your awesome poem being featured this week,.. take care,..p.d.

  1. Date: 3/16/2011 6:12:00 PM
    This was awesome. I could almost taste the crap they called beef stew. The cigarettes and the fruit were the best part. The rest was edible garbage. Congrats on having this one featured, Wayne. (Hey! I'd do it over in a heart beat) Vince

  1. Date: 3/15/2011 6:44:00 AM
    Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Wayne. Have a wonderful week and may you have baskets full of inspiration come your way. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 3/13/2011 4:59:00 PM
    Congrats Wayne on your featured poem this week on the Soup .. wonderful words to share with us all my friend with lvu..

  1. Date: 9/8/2010 6:04:00 PM
    This was a screwed up war and the mostly drafted patriots were never appreciated. C-rats tasted like crap. The cigarettes and canned fruit were little consolation for the stew. Different world now. Somehow, I believe we were stronger then. This took me back. I only saw Nam through the eyes of my brother and some of my friends, losing 2 close friends. Vince

  1. Date: 8/29/2010 2:55:00 PM
    Welcome to the soup. I really enjoyed reading your poem.