Free Cee Gum and Gunfire
GUM AND GUNFIRE
I SIT AT MY KITCHEN TABLE COMFORTABLY EATING A MANGO WITH OREO COOKIES
while a father fights off fearfulness fervently in a far off forest deep in Da Nang
Where even the trees have fangs
And hang high to hide hideous and headstrong soldiers
Snipers
Mid maddened vipers,
with archenemies, arch-rivals, and arduous anarchists
Foes frightening with lightning at their ready
Amidst a mist of misery
Coated and covered in covert cruelty
With the blood of their foe as fire…….
As their desire
Mired in a dire and maniacal moment
As fear ferments
And dents the steel that protects peacefulness from its protagonists
Fear, fists, fights, fire,
moonlit nights with mortars making madness
And swords sworn upon unto sadness
Yet and still it goes on and on
No president to set a precedent
No leader to lead us unto peace
No Major who majored in how to end a seemingly endless conflict that conflicts with one’s conscience
No general who could use the words truce, accord, ceasefire and armistice as more than just that General’s generalities
Which aid in the furtherance of an inferno
Where mother’s and father’s bodies are fed as fuel for fire
And the flames are fanned by the hand of a demon cruel
As flesh fries
And a child dies
While a deafening death knell rang
Deep in Da Nang……………….
My brother and I
I didn’t
My brother,
he did………..
He died
I know
I hovered my hand above his mouth so as to scoop up his very last breath
That but a molecule of his essence might seep deeply into my soul and palm well clenched
To reside within until I do similarly as he did
Yet surely not as valiantly
Nor serving, once again,
a country,
that I, today do so revile……………
My brother will be with me for as long as my forever is forbidden to fade away
To be with him for forever
or as close to forever as one can really ever come
t’would cause complete chaos thus to calm
As I see his silhouette and soul sink into serenity
And secret themselves somewhere between the jungle that called him to duty
And the sense of duty that urged him unto that jungle,
For him to die
Why?
Because he didn’t……………
First Sergeant Steven Crow didn’t say no……………..
When asked to go
1990…..Jackie Christopher (jackie christopher wrote this for me, he is the main character in a novel i wrote entitled "confessions of a latter day sheep thief)
(c) copy write............2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2012
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