Scattered Sheep
I see them running around the town searching for a new home; everyone is moving to where destiny is bound, broken hearts, with no one to mend the hole, wounded bodies left bleeding on the streets and a heart with a powerful journey that is in complete.
We started off as one and broke off into different clan, each one in his little group walking around without shoe but had the will power to survive to this very hour. I couldn’t believe it when I heard the report, I didn’t understand what the journey was about until I see the debris washing up from the tangible seas, it reminds of how grateful I should be.
The path they took wasn’t an easy one but each one had a mission to complete on the land. They deployed troops in exquisite groups, and send them out like sheep to the slaughter; booby trap and land mine planted on every corner and barricades mounted on every river bed and there is just no way could they escape the valley of the dead. Soldiers strapped in boots and weapons on their backs wander into swampy lands with the enemy peeping under the rocks.
The thunder suddenly rolls over their head and in a jiffy, they were shot down dead. Hundreds of them lay on top of each other and their blood drips slowly in the gutter but the bird in the jungle dropped a note at the bottom of their feet that reads unknown missing soldiers.
The birds cover their faces with leaves to show respect and human dignity and that is the last time they were seen and only the birds know where to find their bodies.
Two hundred and ninety-nine empty coffins flown home draped in the red blue and white flag with fifty stars above their head just to honor the dead, and the mothers cannot close the curtains because somewhere out there in the jungle their sons' bodies are left to rot.
There are wandering souls out there at sea trying to find their way back home, but every time they try to mount the ship the navy officer pushes them back into the water and the morning sea gets louder.
Without body or head, they hitchhiked into a crew ship and hid carefully in the cabin and observed all that was happening. They sneak preview in the human life and their body and head came alive and their mouth began to move and the ship came to a standstill. The captain shouted aloud, “who is riding on my ship. He pulled a firearm and searched the cabin but could not find anything.
Before daybreak the ship land on the shore and the bodiless soldiers swam to the shore and went indifferent direction in searching for their physical home and so the scattered sheep infiltrate the town.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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