Poems from Bluebird477
“I fought in Vietnam.
Watched my men lay down their guns.
Watched the life of my old buddy, Red, drain from his eyes.
I heard the cries...
Swirls of red angrily coated the walls.
Nightmares whispered in the wind.
She saw him in the flashes of lightening.
We sat together...
She was tall and thin,
old and grey.
When I looked at her my blood ran cold.
She had been kicked & beaten,
battered and bruised.
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