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blues soldier

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blues soldier, 

proud and true

signed up for the job...

because you knew it was your

just due...

the price you pay for freedom

so they said...

when you were recruited.

seemed like a cool dream

hit you square in the pride

generations, like you

fought, despite repression

of your kind

by those who didn't care for "them other folks"

but you did it, because other, more decent ones

had always seemed to have compassion.

they cared about injustice

and they knew

how to right a wrong, directly...

So, we are now enlisted...

Father was a Full Bird, Colonel

you'd lived on military reservation

far as you could remember

isolated from half the usual 

nascent reawakening of society

to a diversified collective...

Joined the Navy.

cause you didn't believe that

what you'd studied before

as a war+baby...

sleeping in the woods

was right for you.

 

Got through boot camp

with the help of the almighty.

went to secondary school. to learn the trade

next, went on to practical study

in a real stationary plant, 

simulating the mobile ship.

Now, another level. what they'd call a prototype

marking time, making the rounds 

just as you would in real time.

 

Next, now 

 

HERE WE GO!

 

TO WAR...

all has taken an air of deadly seriousness

RUSH to the ships

with each footstep leaving ripple effects, 

sending waves in energy which echo on forever, 

each time going progressively further, deeper 

stepping far beyond the prior nine to five

trade it in for living on the edge

on the outskirts of insanity

trying to save humanity

or all the while

just trying to return alive 

since the first day the troop carriers arrived 

mind exploring 

mission logs reflections 

what recollections remain intact

...as a caravan of transport ships 

drops down from the heavens 

from a hole which suddenly appears above in the clouds   

you could  feel the heat from the engines 

carried on the down blast 

sending dust clouds scattering in all directions

leaping to the earth

in the midst of a firefight

just as they touched ground

the sounds of violence on the prowl

cutting down soldiers to the right and left

death stalking...

and one out of every four

will be touched on the shoulder 

by stress and strain with no relief

which plays relentless tricks upon the mind

unaware of self destructive forces

which wreak havoc on the mind

and mask the real consequences of

undetected pain

 

rolling the pages of your life

back in time

when prayers were always answered

and the cosmic dancer of fate 

had yet to turn the page

to slap the bull

between the eyes,

now bloodshot red with rage

by the stage set this day

count to ten...

one shellshocked, 

two mangled, 

three horribly disfigured

every one of us

wounded in some manner

which defies description

....and four dead

the staccato 

characteristic tone

the song of the composite blades, 

as they whirr chopping the silence

in between the variable rotation

by computer assisted control

and the engines whine defiance to the winds, 

men leap streaming away 

to the familiar rhythm and rhyme, 

of chaos and uncertainty

dodging bullets as they leap freely through space

maneuver through piles of spent clips,

broken debris of what were once war machines 

and indistinguishable body parts

littering the ground, 

 

then dive for cover

 

 

blues soldier 

 

taking aim from head to heart 

with music notes sharper 

than the cutting edge of sonic booms 

of fighters circling out of sight, 

high overhead 

spookies making practise runs 

...shooting starflares through the night...

 

 nothing moves and lives lost in the firestorm 

never know what hit them

yet, mangled soul survivors may find themselves awakening to 

a world apart from this 

into a confusion cloud of suffering

unlike anything they've ever know

much less imagined...

which erupts everytime the characteristic sound 

of an AK or RPG is heard...

you can almost count the seconds 

to when they will be silenced

 

still more hapless foes appear

long lines of souls hanging out to dry 

straight from the washing machine

they've walked into...

HELL

easy as 123...

doublestep

abc

try to catch your breath...

say your prayers  

Hail, Mary passes from the great beyond

even those who claim to be

beyond religious...

...hoping not to die today...

Before tomorrow calls

A bite to eat... 

buddy got your back

 

In and out of sleep

that's anything but restful

got to keep it all in focus...

in attempt to stem the tide

hitting hard, spinning heads

 boots on the ground,

what’s that sound(INCOMING!)

running  fast  

avoiding craters that  come 

with the blasts of high explosives

which cause you to change direction 

often from your  apparent path

and  cover  holes  that  look  too  perfect

skip it

booby traps with more spines than porcupines

looking for the first fool to win a trip ticket home

in a body bag with dog tags

so dodging blasts

...and gunning anything smoking. 

we hear the star spangled banner all over again... 

drowning out the desert winds for long moments in time. 

Then as suddenly as they came, Vanishing ...  

In the fog

Sometime later

Regaining consciousness 

Awakening to silent sobs, 

after yet another day in hell

cause that’s our job

 

c2

  

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