The suns heat
filled the map scared faces
drenched their soaked forms
and wore that frown of loss and death
Deep upon those scared reflections.
He journeys back here
across those pages of time
the dialog of historical debitum
floods and fills the attic
that crown of his dreams and thoughts
where all is locked away till sleep
Haunts the chambers of guilt and sorrow.
These blasts that occur
when the clock misses it mark
and bangs the old world, that forgotten one
back into the fringe of his eyes
hoarding him upon the vapors of dreams
A prisoner to his own nightmares.
He see the rubber trees line
the dense foray of the jungle
The soaked uniforms of human waste
that bore each mantled marine
now statues of an older place
A wished for forgotten one.
Death looms heavy upon the air
Discharged agents that cleanse the forest floor
sweeps upon the vegetation and holds
Its burning acidic taste to linger.
It never disappears
never leaves his sight nor mind
images fast gather and discharge themselves
in this eternal play, these days of decay
that torment the soldiers form and might
to the shattered sleep, the tears
that flood out from worn sleepless eyes
And form a Delta of their own.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph