Wallace Idaho
A nineteen-year-old boy
from Wallace
Idaho
who had, until this present time
never set foot beyond the city limits
or had a drink,
or kissed a girl;
stood in a sunlit
steamy
Asian field
and plunged his bayonet
deep into the heart
of a fellow human being.
Because he was asked to,
told to,
forced to,
pressured to.
The boy would later
step gently
on to a landmine
eviscerating
the lower half of his body;
and as his intestines
spilled onto the foreign land,
his lingering glazing eyes
stared
questioningly
into the slowly dimming light.
For the very briefest moment in time
two peoples were told to hate
to kill
as others had before
as others will do again.
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