“Hearing Echoes”

“Hearing Echoes”

cji

6/16/12

Far away wars keep returning

in my mind/heart so burning

wanting to forget but learning

clarity of thought discerning;

Plop, Plop, Plop in the night

the plane too low to drop

sixteen in a string no sight

no chutes deployed so plop;

Parachutes littering the scene

some on steeples blood stained

others on buildings so seen

expressions dreams pained;

Hearing echoes of what again

D-Day or another war zone

where nightmares thus begin

so far away and so very alone!

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