Random OD Tourist Brochure
War is where you never come home from. MH
Visit a mad circus of sight, sound and smell.
So much to take in. Make some memories.
Promises made to God in moments of terror.
Voices of wounded calling out for mom.
The dull whump of Hueys bringing hope.
Fields spread with redolent human shit.
Red dust coating your throat and eyes.
Young men dying for old men’s lies.
Boys pimping twelve year old sisters for food.
Desperate blow jobs in Da Nang alleys.
The whistle of mortars dropping careless death.
Napalm scent of gasoline and charred flesh.
Phantoms diving, screaming to your rescue.
The heft of body bags tossed on a chopper.
Firefights like surprising psychic explosions.
A lonely arm plucked like fruit from a tree.
Puking at the bottom of a death spiral.
Blowing up water buffaloes for fun.
Shooting in earnest at anything that moves.
Vacant eyes staring a thousand yards.
Seeing nothing, remembering everything.
Don’t mean fucking nothing, after all.
Come for a visit and stay forever.
The who you were, oozing slowly away,
lost in the ultra-violence of the day.
If you like this piece, and can afford it, please take a moment and donate a few survival shekels.
Therapy doesn’t come cheap.
