“Tell me more about your experience, how was it for you”

“It was like war. It was hell”


THE BATTLE FIELD

It is late
And I miss my wife
My children

And the war goes on
The words explode
Like cluster bombs

My isolation
Is necessary
Like water
For an arid awakening

The letters
Sing together
Like a Mormon choir
Lyrical fragmentation
I want to turn it off.