like a young
officer, newly recruited &
hardly ready for
combat,
my mind wanders between
explosions through the
dreadful
night.
i have seen the
torn bodies of the
wounded &
watched the tired
earth sipping
pools of
blood.
there are no
drinking songs rousing
gallantry for
this.
soon the
fatal poisons will
trickle through my
blood. soon the
marrow of my
bones shall be
deconstructed
to perfectly
expunge all my
enemies & the
wellsprings of my
blood.
if will &
medicine prevail,
i am re-
born.
like buddha, i
sit under the
bodhi tree &
watch the
terror
pass.
not dreaming,
but witnessing the
dream.