Ryan Wegenast Poet Blank verse

Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above you
Then kneel and close your eyes
I have killed you
I search your pockets and find a photograph
It’s of your mother, wife and children
It’s wet
I look closely and see tears 
Streaming from their eyes
I fall and weep in victory

We were only boys 
Who wanted to laugh and play
And stay alive
Only boys

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Debbie Guzzi March 31, 2011 at 1:53 PM Your country is fascinating. I would like to learn more of it. My contest would value an entry on Shamanism in Canada. I have read there are many Indian and Inuit religions practicing in a Shamanic tradition, Kwakiutl, Haida, Tsimshian, the Blackfoot, Peigan, Blood, Sarcee and the Ojibwa, Cree, Huron, Iroquois. Would you consider writing us a tale of how god is or was reached through the Shamanic traditions of your homeland? [the contest is called The Shamanic Way] Light & Love

Phyllis Babcock March 3, 2011 at 4:43 PM This is a wonderful poem and I hope you re post it again. Yes, who knows you could have become friends with the person you just killed. A sad world , full of war and destruction and the loss of a loved one no matter what side. Phyl