Memory Burn

Bludgeoned, bleeding, burning, screaming…barely alive.
Cattle feeding, hardly eating, waste of life.
Forest sweeping, slowly creeping, look in their eyes.
Bullets meeting flesh with teeth to rip out their insides.

Rage is a shadow behind me
Sorrow is what I will unleash.

It’s time…the fabric is coming apart.

Smoking village, torn and pillaged, run for their lives.
Killing women, shooting children …must stay alive.
I find one dead, gunshot in head…I look in his eyes.
With chewed off lips he smiles at me. I’m coming apart

Burns remind me I am here
I can’t count the dead, I can’t count the years.
Into the ditches as darkness falls.
I can smell them crawling through the pits of hell.

Like the sun, the explosions sear the sky.
Burning brightly, its shrapnel tastes my flesh.
I’m ripped apart, I have been ripped.