poetry by j matthew waters

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
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8 thoughts on “the killing fields

  1. This is another WoW poem.

  2. Powerful and very thought provoking! There are many kinds of death in this world. Your own experience?

  3. This of course brought the film with the same name to mind…

  4. Heartafire on said:

    Incredible writing , love it so much . Big hug

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