the killing fields
I hallucinated the worst was over
had traveled across fire
and rice alongside
thousands who looked nothing like me
this waking dream propelled me
back to 1972
when I was just eighteen
and volunteered to free the world
when the war ended I chose to stay
crossed state lines
as an american civilian
aiding and amusing innocent children
many times I had been captured and died
the slowest of deaths
reborn into the same fields
that used to feed a starving people
may two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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This is another WoW poem.
Thank you very much, Melanie, so glad you think so.
Powerful and very thought provoking! There are many kinds of death in this world. Your own experience?
Thank you very much, Suzy, so glad you think so. Vietnam War affected so many around the world in many different ways. This poem, however, is not of my own experience.
This of course brought the film with the same name to mind…
Yes, indeed. I certainly had it mind while writing it.
Incredible writing , love it so much . Big hug
Thank you so much, I appreciate you letting me know!