Seven Bowls

by Michaelw1two One's unknown is comforting once life’s breath escapes along that road now just hidden path, we walked upon draped arm and arm first turn around in country, me and my mates chose port Vung Tau the wind was free unlike the fees so charged to war's dead wrong. That our youth ran before us in brooding silence tried to warn US there is danger in our words meanings, the twists and turns truth espied by poison dwarf; those radar eyes and listening ear of careful speak and hands grasp passed word to each, persevere. Young men you'll never meet took words to heart and action true few escaped with life and limb, and minds hidden to this very day along their way they became better men now insured a future brave they left the past in turmoil’s pact, gave their mark in blood. With war began fellowship, one no different than those before its tastes passed to men who came to knock on that closed door it opens to ones who quest for meanings depth and life's accords by simple conversation of thought and action in a play of words. I reach to touch the moments passed many times and left long ago thirst for the friendship of survival, and the mark of brotherhood for trust never given, a shot never taken, lives I have forsaken forgive a beggar begging; as bells toll I sup from Seven Bowls. Jan 2010