Vietcong

[Spyder]

Thus spoke the poet,

Dead in her own abortion

Soaked to the skin

In the Vietcong,

(Vietnam in all its post war

Cinematic glory.)

The red killing fields

Are below her legs

(The red sheets of sisterhood

And the blank expression of home.)

[littleskinny]

spooky that you posted this yesterday! I was reading a collection of poems by a vet called Bill Shields Yesterday, all about his experiences. It's called "The SouthEast Asian Book of the Dead"


Good write, anyways.