The night you got shot
I pushed your scrambled remains
like a sack of red meat
onto the deck of the chopper.
I wonder what it felt like,
those bullets tearing through you?
It must have been quick,
but what is quick to the dead?
It's forty-three years later
and I am sixty-four
but you will always be nineteen.
Which of us was lucky?
Last night you appeared in a dream
all shot to pieces and gave me
an enormous, important hint
about my future which I forgot
as soon as I woke up.
Believe me, buddy, you haven't
missed much. The world is still all
****** up and don't mean nothing.
No one has learned a single ****** thing.
Would you have had a good life?
A happy life? A successful life.
All pretty much moot.
But at least, you would
have had a life.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
The night you got shot
I pushed your scrambled remains
like a sack of red meat
onto the deck of the chopper.
I wonder what it felt like,
those bullets tearing through you?
It must have been quick,
but what is quick to the dead?
It's forty-three years later
and I am sixty-four
but you will always be nineteen.
Which of us was lucky?
Last night you appeared in a dream
all shot to pieces and gave me
an enormous, important hint
about my future which I forgot
as soon as I woke up.
Believe me, buddy, you haven't
missed much. The world is still all
****** up and don't mean nothing.
No one has learned a single ****** thing.
Would you have had a good life?
A happy life? A successful life.
All pretty much moot.
But at least, you would
have had a life.
