Respite, Khe Sanh
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Long day ...
Trudging jungle mud of the Da Krong
On the dirty heels of Charlie ...
At least eight skirmishes and a tunnel rout
Our platoon weaned of three more
The luck of the unlucky, headed home ... boxes
We took eleven, and made an example
(Look the other way - pray)
Damned rain for five days straight ... heavy
Like each drop carried our conscience
Weighty with senseless death and our accursed "duty"
Without dry socks we all suffer, horrid
But tonight we camp in a clearing those three lives paid for
A Khmer Rouge stronghold finally broken
On my back in the tall grass
Clouds dissipate as stars wink and gleam
And just like that ... I'm a child
Chasing fireflies on a swollen July eventide
My siblings giggling like cowbirds
Aromas of wet hay and Queen Anne's Lace
Joy and ease and dreamy hopes
Are these not the same shimmering suns and constellations?
The same sparkled wash of Milky Way?
The very same wound of heaven, beckoning?
But those aren't giggles after all
Just distant gunfire ...
And the bitter, muddy maw
Of reality.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand No 670 Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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