MY GHOST CHATTING TO MYSELF

knife flashes through flesh
the stunned silence
the wild scream of red

the pastpresentfuture
flows from the wound
time is thicker than blood

the assassination of Time
the body dying
to its sense of self

the world
leaking into
nothingness

my ghost
chatting to my self
in an amiable manner

the dead enemy
staring at
my dying

my friend whispers
"I'm not going to let you
die in this jungle!"

never thought I'd live to be
the old man
I am now

the friend who saved me
dead
only a week later

still remember the stare
of that Japanese soldier
looking bewildered he was dead