IF ONLY THE WAR WOULD DIE
If only the War would
die
but it lives on
crawls across the mind
the everyday things
infected
people in trams and buses
wearing my dead friend's face
until everyone
becomes him.
A car backfires
and I hit the ground
to the amazement and amusement
of passersby who pass by.
It's what kept me
alive.
This the curse
of survival.
Even birds wear
my dead friend's face.
Even his face
in a flower's petals.
He falls in the rain
again and again and again
stranded on the wire
like a ****** broken puppet
the wind
pulling his strings
dying for days
on end.
"Die you ****** bugger...die!"
I beg him.
But he refuses
to listen.
Three men dead
by ****** fire
trying to get him
me I got it in the leg.
I see him rot
stage by stage
the secrets of the grave
open for all to see.
I see the rats
gnawing at his dear face
until only his skeleton
grins at me.
His voice forever
calling to me.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
IF ONLY THE WAR WOULD DIE
If only the War would
die
but it lives on
crawls across the mind
the everyday things
infected
people in trams and buses
wearing my dead friend's face
until everyone
becomes him.
A car backfires
and I hit the ground
to the amazement and amusement
of passersby who pass by.
It's what kept me
alive.
This the curse
of survival.
Even birds wear
my dead friend's face.
Even his face
in a flower's petals.
He falls in the rain
again and again and again
stranded on the wire
like a ****** broken puppet
the wind
pulling his strings
dying for days
on end.
"Die you ****** bugger...die!"
I beg him.
But he refuses
to listen.
Three men dead
by ****** fire
trying to get him
me I got it in the leg.
I see him rot
stage by stage
the secrets of the grave
open for all to see.
I see the rats
gnawing at his dear face
until only his skeleton
grins at me.
His voice forever
calling to me.
