The invasion that took over
my father was not him,
It was another
Monster hiding
In his stolen body shell
This monster took us
Straight to Hell
My mother
My brother
My sister
and I
We’re all
Still miraculously alive
Living mysteriously
graced by diamonds.
We live our lives
sometimes in lies
for etiquette and survival
Or running unmasked through shame,
like the child naked in napalm torture
But sometimes we’re renewed after burial,
rising like the sun the stars
the moon and everything reborn,
hope comes always at last,
breaking the marathon hunger fast,
In true guise as the brightest surprise,
Thousand Rainbowed Sunrise.
We’re multifaceted resilient
love tried creatures of luminous,
We go through this life
As if we were
Immortal.
Really quite eloquent words. Nice.
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Thanks for your sweet compliment Jared.
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A powerful poem full of powerful imagery.
And your reference to that photo that I’ve found the most haunting photo I ever saw in my life- that poor Vietnamese girl running naked in pain and agony after her clothes were burnt off by napalm dropped on her by a U.S. Air Force pilot- such powerful visual imagery indeed.
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Thank you, yes the image of the girl is haunting, War always punishes the innocents the most.
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