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The Final Patrol of Yankee 127

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The Final Patrol of Yankee 127

The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

With that... all sense of hearing dissapears 
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear 
with loud military music assaulting the ears.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive 
Your pain is validation you still live

Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view 
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.

She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light  
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears 
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts. 
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.

Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes   
as shadowy figures materialize... 
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait 

The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair 
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see 
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be. 

Breath in, Breath out 
there is no need 
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live  
there is nothing to forgive 
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you 

Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.

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  1. Date: 6/10/2013 6:05:00 AM
    Welcome to Poetrysoup Alan. May you enjoy the site for years to come. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/5/2013 9:00:00 AM
    Alan. Dropping in with a nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. My name is Linda; I’m here to invite you on over to my latest contest. You will find the contest page on the top left hand side* please consider my contest* hopefully you find this place to be the comfort zone your writing pen is looking for. If you ever need or want honest feedback on a certain poem let me know. Stop by anytime you like. I’m looking forward in following you and your poetry. Hope to hear from you soon. You will enjoy this community; we are one big happy family. (Drama & Love. LOL) ~ Take Care!! From: your new poet friend Linda

  1. Date: 5/31/2013 8:45:00 PM
    Excellent poem Alan, it tells a wonderful story. Congratulations on your win.

  1. Date: 5/31/2013 8:44:00 AM
    Congrats on your win Alan. AO

  1. Date: 5/31/2013 3:47:00 AM
    Congrats on your win. Rick

  1. Date: 5/30/2013 10:46:00 PM
    congrats on Your Nationality poem. NATE