Strafing Run (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Strafing Run
by Ed Matlack → (All Poetry by Ed Matlack)
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Another new category for me...don't expect to many in this one from me...

Strafing Run… The helicopter comes in low, Barely missing the tree tops, Its guns are blazing, Its missiles are flaring, Its rotors rotating noisily, M-60’s firing in unison… Take cover; hit the dirt, Or your gonna get hurt, Mud smells the same the world over, Left on your clothes till next it rains, Dung from some wayward bull, On your face, on your hands you do strain, How close to the ground can you flatten yourself? Still you are hit, Friendly fire the culprit, A bullet knows no allegiance, Searing pain, it cuts through your body, Like that of hot knife through butter, Feel it you do, bouncing around inside, Pray it does not hit your heart, the end then coming fast, You do pray to your god, you do scream out for mom, This bullet, this power from man, the next breath may be your last… © ed ~ 10/8/04

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on October 8, 2004

Sad.

Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)

sigh... I hate war

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Most excellent eccelerating piece Ed!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Jaysus, Eddie M... this is directly from the depths... profound, accessible, straightforward and direct. If not 'war' as a future category, you have the makings of a poet with some real guts! This is a great piece! katy xox.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Awseome write, Ed! Very well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Ed,

One hugs the earth and becomes one with it. Besides the smell of the earth the smell of cordite becomes most profound. Very realistic write my friend.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

I think you are once again on a strafing run to post poems faster than people can read them!

But I have to say that this is a very good one, with some marvelously profound lines: "Mud smells the same the world over" and "A bullet knows no allegiance" are most profound, my friend.

Now relax and have a smoke before your next 'strafing run!'