Happening

War Poetry

(this is one is an old one)

So I will write war poetry

when the guns fire in the heat of night

when silence rains the sky

as if a flap of of wings 

would startle the silentest sleeper from their dreams

I will write war poetry

When red splats like rain

showers 

But 

I 

must 

move 

forward

If I die giving it the last fight

I hope I will make a difference

I hope I might see you again

I wish it was different

I wish it could have change

Please, give this letter

to my mother

Send it home

with my war poem