Poetry by Perry Kay
Fire-red hostility whizzing through a burning hot blaze
soldiers dodging in muddy trenches
Blood-soaked earth holding the weight of fallen heroes
The stench of death mingling with acrid smoke that fill his failing lungs
The sun is a murderer
beating a blazing dragon’s poison on rugged uniforms
The moon is a robber
hunting tired prey that pause to blink
Death is an escaped prisoner
googly eyeballs rolling for prey on a sinking earth
He holds
his weapon
in
one plastic arm
patched
with thread
dipped in blood
of fellow comrades
Fallen
Splintered
Scattered
across a
flooded ground
as the stars
shoot
and time runs by
a whizzing bullet
Now a crippled bundle of bones fastened to a wheelchair
The only remnant of a forgotten bravery is a missing limb
PTSD is a spider lurking in the corners with the cobwebs
in a dingy attic he calls home
Living off the ‘Thank you for your service’s scarcely thrown his way
as lonely eyes peek through a shuttered window in a dusty room
where faded copper medals lay in abandoned shame
His heart is a leaden hammer
breaking a fragile memory
into shredded leaves
But his strength is made of eternal concrete
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