Goodbye Mark

Today I saw my best friend’s head blow into the wind

Rush, bits of flesh like smoke floating to the rice paddies.

I watched as bullets ripped his limbs apart like a useless

Ragdoll. And could only see the hate rage for the enemy

High above the pain caused by the hurt in my lonely heart.

Sprayed across a field were tiny pieces of my friend’s

Now gone past, present, and future. Cast away by a god

Because of the wars we wage, so sick a manner to

Encompass, so hard to digest and I throw up. I cried

For many years, now it is 1989 and I will remember my

Friend today.

A. Hernandez 1-25-1989

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