My eyes woke to smoke

My mind
to War
once again

My mind burned
with the memory
of White

of today
I think I know
and remember it

The heavyness
it has left me now
as I lay here

with you
Sweet Death
Sweet Birth
My mind is a blur

of happenings to me

I spin in memory
and cry a million tears
of happiness
and despair

as I relive it All
it ALL
the totality of
life

so small

it is.

But so great
I am
I was

Now the Flag comes
and she cries
and how
she cries

Oh Mommie
oh God
how she cries

It is so futile
to wonder
why
I left

I had to

The War Angel moves on
She picks her
favorite men

the Next to go
On This special day
I get to go

I am honored to meet
and yet, to
say goodbye

Sweet sorrows!
the future of the
Morrows

For I am a soldier
whose future does not
include tomorrow

Semper Fidelis

and So This is Christmas
And What Have YOU done?

Kabal739@aol.com
yup...it is me