Detonation
Watching the Sun breach the horizon through bloodshot eyes.
Heart galloping; mind swelling. I can hear the drums beating.
Another War is coming.
Teeth grind against the storm.
Fingers against the carotid tremble
losing track of time; volatile blood
inside of a breathing mortar shell.
It’s getting warm inside this jacket.
But, I pull it ‘round. Closer.
Craving to be close to- something.
Before I’m shot off into the sky.
Spread into ashes.
Remembered only for the detonation.
-James Kelley 2019
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2019
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