Spirit of 67-Summer of death.
By artis
I met a man star-spangled and he murdered me in Vietnam in a heated rush through the tangled brush I was just nineteen and he was Uncle Sam under heavy fire I tripped a wire and it mangled me into a jigsaw man they shipped me home almost 80 lbs. all very organ-nized whatever they could find chunks of flesh and bone bagged and boxed up tight with a U.S. Flag the rest left behind they buried me with full honors near where I grew up I got a blackjack salute and the rest of me dissappeared with time back where I blew up under jungle roots but what that war pulled assunder God will soon restore I'll be rejoined and then......... ressurection day will find me complete like I was before forever nineteen again =*= =*= =*= =*= =*= =*= -Artis Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 05:18 AM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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