Graveyard shift watch in a dark, humid and lonely foxhole bordering, of a war, its twilight zone...where the ambush ghost roams to take thou that sleeps.
Remember
that rainy night,
when the soldier
they left behind
was calling,
from no mans land,
for help,
for his mother,
bleeding alone but
refusing to die?
Remember
giving thanks
that it wasn't
you calling
out there
from no mans land,
for a deaf mother
which won't be coming
as you bleed alone
whishing to die?
This poem must be as close as a person can come to knowing what it's like to die in combat without being there. It's a hell of an accomplishment. Guy--
In this fourth and final installment the intrepid crew is taken to the limits of their endurance as they brave a subterranean world filled with dangers and bizarre wonders. When Thurid’s warriors are defeated the crew frees the Grettig family from ca
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Never rest Your pen, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU