I was a soldier once,
and because of the time spent in that world
I thought I knew what suffering looked like.
I thought that because I have smelled death,
and thrown away the bodies of innocents
like so many empty fruit rinds
that I was enured to that hole in the earth.
How wrong I was to believe that such things were
the heart of that river
the darkest I would stare upon,
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
I was a soldier once,
and because of the time spent in that world
I thought I knew what suffering looked like.
I thought that because I have smelled death,
and thrown away the bodies of innocents
like so many empty fruit rinds
that I was enured to that hole in the earth.
How wrong I was to believe that such things were
the heart of that river
the darkest I would stare upon,
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