”NON SO COME..SI PUÒ VIVERE IN QUESTO FUOCO?

after
the war
we returned

ourselves
(but not)
our selves

to Our Country
right
or wrong

that was
like a life sized
replica of what

we had left
only alien
to us now

we were guilty
(guilty as hell)
of surviving

this hell
that made ghosts
of so many

& we these
ghosts
of flesh and blood

haunting
the living
envious of them

and their ability
to forget
by remembering

we hoarded
our tears
we couldn't cry

went on living
because...because
we didn't know how

to die
each moment a battle
we could never win

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"I do not know how it is possible. . .to live in such fire."
Dante