by Mushroom Montoya
29 March is the anniversary
of the "official",
not the real,
end of the Viet Nam war.
I stirred my coffee
this morning
with a U.S. Navy spoon,
that overflowed
with angry cubes
of bitterness.
with angry cubes
of bitterness.
Viet Nam War
Brought to you
By the Military Industrial Complex
Each sip of my bitter coffee
bled memories
that I didn’t want to open.
We were still firing rockets
from our ship
That December,
nine months after,
After the fucking war
was “officially” declared
over.
was “officially” declared
over.
Each sip of my bitter coffee
cut slits in my gut
setting my mood for the day:
setting my mood for the day:
Capital P
for PISSED.
But it is far more than just pissed.
My cousin died over there.
My shipmate died over there.
Hundreds of thousands of mothers
And fathers grieve for their dead children,
Hundreds of thousands of mothers
And fathers grieve for their dead children,
Who died over there,
Dead children whose deaths
and suffering succeeded in NOTHING
but making the Military Industrial Complex
richer,
While the whole world
became poisoned with Agent Orange
And a misdirected hatred
of those who were sent to serve.
While those of us
Who served there
still grieve
For the parts of us
that got killed there.
While those of us
Who served there
still grieve
For the parts of us
that got killed there.
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