West End Memorial
Russ Rankin
True freedom
They give us
No slaughter
Too sacrilegious
The smoke clears
On bloated bodies
I feel safe now
Do they want me
Service
We fought there
In the jungles
I saw nothing
I felt no enemy
We died there
In the foxhole
My companion lay bleeding in my arms
So proud
pride
So quick to murder
For posterity
Hatred
Trained to operate
Manually
