Best Wargreen Poems
The shoulders chaffed, the weary backs
of pack mules cursed with intellect,
so briefly were unburdened from
the detrious of war.
A break for a line doggy
from the green corrupted alley,
the worst stretch of the worst path;
hell's putrid inner city.
The Pall Mall you were having;
a cardboard box of four;
packed in nineteen forty six;
tobacco stripped three years before
the two of us were born.
Pungent smoke for driving off
the squadrons of mosquitoes,
drawn to the stench of uniforms
unchanged
in forty days.
Facing out; back to back,
your pack and mine supported.
I welcomed the distraction
of dreams softly spoken.
My pound cake and your peaches,
in drab green cans, divided,
thoughts of small town rodeos,
cool beds, with sheets,
and warm...
Precious breath not wasted
on Patriots,
or Politics...
Falling, I look up
Pain shoots down my neck and through my body.
I see the clouds shrouded by dense foliage I see a green blur as my eyes try to wash away
the pain.
Will I die here?
I see my town, my house, my room, by bed.
I see my car, my dog, my friends, my family, their faces.
I remember the sandbox where I thought i could fly and the swing that was my wings.
Will I die here?
I see my old school, the diner where i use to work, the girl I once loved, her face.
I see myself walking to the mail box the white letter with the dark stamp in my hand, my
face.
I see my training camp, my leutendent, those tires.
Will I die here?
I see the plane, the water, this land, i see the trees
I see a green blur as I look up, i see the faces above me, I see their knees, the shoes, the
dirt.
I see boys, I see faith, I see dedication, I see pride, i see strength,
I see honor, and then, i see their faces.
I see America.