Thursday, December 25, 2014

We met as soul mates on Parris Island Somonka

We met as soul mates on Parris Island


there were holes
in the Persian rug we sat on
that Christmas
I could smell the fear
and uncertainty of happiness

no war crimes
would ever be punished
our shadows,
a candle burning at both ends,
kept singing Goodnight Saigon 


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