by Ron Cervero

My friends blew up in front of me
I gave mouth to mouth to a soldier,
that didn't have a face

Just raw bloody meat
Eyes out of sockets,
and hanging off to the side

No one knows or cares
what I saw at the rim of hell

Not dismembered
It's my mind that haunts me --

Copyright © 2007 - Ron Cervero
Published: 9/20/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem