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I see an Army combat friend who stands 
alone in dim-lit shadows of a street-lamp's
yellow glow. A shared piece of history has now
arrived to tweak and trick my troubled mind.
I gaze through dusted haze of curtains stained 
by painful years of shattered habits and regret.

There's long jagged cracks on alabaster bone - 
like zippered seams cut clear across his skull.
I greet his hollow-socket stare and crooked gash
of toothless black now smiling back. His thin and
fallow brittle-bones begin to rattle as a long-dead 
hand begins to slowly rise to make a  haunted wave.

A voice, like rumbles from the jungle heat of war,
(fought fifty years ago) begins to speak: 

  " You left me there, my guts still spillin' out my 
belly wound like vipers bursting forth from some old
Pentecostal's burlap bag full-packed with angry snakes. 
I saw my bloody guts slippin' down into the muck, 
melding with the stink of godforsaken jungle rot.
Why did you leave my carcass there - not carry me 
away from all that filthy, fetid stench of sweated death? "  

 No answer that I give can make him live again 
or understand I have no answer to the "why" and yet 
I know he will return to ask again until one day I too 
have reached my end.

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