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Near a Well Worn Path

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Near a Well Worn Path

In a cemetery
near a well worn path
we sat in the rain
and waited.
A Buddhist pagoda
our only shield.
The rain subsided
a warm,
gentle breeze blew
I closed my eyes,
lifted my head
and took a deep breath.
In slow degrees
though silent,
the hours
to go.

There in the cemetery near a well worn path

Along this path,
the enemy drew near.
I looked at my buddy
his eyes
filled with fear;
Ra da tat tat
our rifles let loose.
There were so many
it wasn’t
hard to chose
Within seconds
my buddy
fell dead
I looked down
at the ground
his voice
was now mute.

There in the cemetery near a well worn path

I saw
the carnage, quivered
and trembled
in silent rage.
I sought
the sunshine
through bloodstained
I sniffed
the damp soil,
decaying and pungent
with leafy mold.

There in the cemetery near a well worn path

I knelt in prayer
On the
Rain soaked
I sought mercy
To easy
my guilt
With Dark Vague eyes
I started to cry
I felt deserted
Wanting to
Go Home.
My aspirations
Had take

In the cemetery where a bullet-riddled pagoda still remains.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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