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DROWNED SOLDIER
   
Author: Shandi Mason
   
Poem:
DROWNED SOLDIER
   
  Bullets are flying and grenades tossed, from the enemy?
Shrapnel Exploding, ripping my skin, tearing, mutilating.
The screams of Johnny next to me is all that I fully comprehend,
His guts been blown open, that he is dead is what I fear.

Fists not big enough, fluids, insides spill
Teeth gritted, grinding, his hand clasped on mine, loosens, falls.
The blood flows, life is drained, back his eyes roll.
Pointless war, not a cause, killed him, took his soul.

A bullet, or something, rips though flesh, to bone.
A foxhole. In it, I drag myself. Alone, I think.
A man. Medic? Must be. Flesh and bone, now bound.
A helicopter. Still raining. Bullets. Down. Blackness.

Three weeks later, I can think now.
Everything’s not so jumbled, scrambled.
It has set in though, the death and pain.
But Johnny’s not here, can’t be, war stole his soul.

Many men died, but none I knew so well.
A good man, he was, saved many lives,
Including my own, a time or two.
And now, I let him die. Why? I let him die.

“The world,” who the hell said this was better than Nam?
Depression and death, what I remember from the war,
Depression and guilt, what I have now.
Fuck the world, the world has fucked me.
   
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Dancing to Death
   
Author: Avi Weiss
   
Poem: Dancing to Death
   

As death drew near the darkness proceeded
Taking everyone in its path
It took me, as I danced on the stage
Dancing out my heart, it took my soul

As I danced my way down to hell
My feet were singed from the fire
But I danced on
Not caring how much I hurt

As the music grew louder
And my feet were singed from the fire
But I danced on

The devil him self, came to be my partner
I accepted glad to have a friend
He seemed nice in his black fiery hole
But I couldn’t see who he really was

I was deceived
As the music grew louder
And my feet were singed from the fire
But I danced on

As I danced, dead as I felt
No feeling in my steps
I just did the movements
I felt dead

As I was dying
I was deceived
As the music grew louder
And my feet were singed from the fire
But I danced on

Everyone faded from my view
I was alone with the devil
He spoke angry words to me
Killing me ever so slowly

Tortured
As I was dying
I was deceived
As the music grew louder
And my feet were singed from the fire
But I danced on

I DANCED TO MY DEATH
 
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