The Pow's Escape

POW confined in a cage Through Viet Cong jungles bullets raged No sweat from his pores in unrelenting sun Dehydration, famine, yet his needs were none A tepid river so foul with blood’s scent But the outcome of torture was not as meant He tasted cool ice as his spirit soared Freedom came fast once the war was ignored Hovering o’er killing fields his soul’s eyes Saw not the wounded, heard not their cries Though his weak body lay crumpled below Pain free he reveled on clouds, heaven’s snow Through astral projection he’d been set free Each day he survived, taking this journey When rescued at last many months gone by The US militia did not know why GI Joe felt no hate, seemed so serene And not one of his rescuers could glean Why this soldier survived, what kept him sane For they’d not escaped inside this man’s brain The awareness he’d achieved spared his life So he could return to his son and wife Who’d prayed everyday that he would come home Only to say they’d never been alone Their spirits communed on another plane And life as they’d known it would never be the same *Entry for Caties Out-of-Body Experience Contest.