Colateral Damage

Colateral  Damage               



                Child of darkness, bleeding light,
                whimpers as it dies
                a softly textured cry that mocks the dawn

                Wounded heart gives up its fight,
                a soul ascends the skies
                soaring after others who have gone

                Jagged bone and ragged flesh,
                afterbirth of war
                festering in rancid jungle muck

                Vietnam or Bangladesh
                or steamy Equador
                places where the covert come to fuck

                Psychopathic carnivores,
                Congressmen and such,
                flatulent with bullshit, plot their schemes
     
                Pimping soldiers out like whores
                doesn't matter much
                as long as Uncle Sam lives out his dreams


                C.  Lon  R.  Bruso