by Charles Lee Coates
The computer screams;
The admiral note is struck,
and martyrdom grenades
are left behind.
Explosions of light
shrapnel and flames
belch at the detested
soldier
Where are we going
and why?
What are we doing
and how?
I remember the ocean
breeze
a different voice with
the same meaning.
Her breath like a softer
kind of war
sweet but still torn.
I can still hear those
admiral notes
screaming alongside
the computer keys,
typewritten in a language
long-forgotten
a language that always asks:
Where are we going
and why?
What are we doing
and how?
~
Copyright © 2010 - Charles Lee Coates
Published: 8/12/10 · Author's Page · Next Poem