Jun 30
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
*
I used to listen to this old man tell again and again the story of how he nearly died and how he killed the soldier facing him and how his friend saved his life only to not make it himself. He was forever in this one moment unable to escape its terror.
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
*
I used to listen to this old man tell again and again the story of how he nearly died and how he killed the soldier facing him and how his friend saved his life only to not make it himself. He was forever in this one moment unable to escape its terror.
