Now, now devil dog.
That bitter, acrid taste that war
and combat leave in your mouth -
cleaves your tongue -
and gives you a sixth sense about things
For example, the guy out front:
the leader. Will he die for you?
If so, then you will die for him,
or live, make his mission yours,
and accomplish it.
But if he wont,
and your sixth sense will tell you so,
then neither will you for him.
And his goal is his alone and can go to hell.
And if you are out in front,
will you die for the men and women
in your care?
If so, then they will die for you,
or live, and make your mission theirs,
and accomplish it.
But if not, you should quit faking
and just go home. Because those
behind you, in your charge, following you,
will already have a sixth sense of things.
Is that your poetry or someone else’s? That was pretty good. Better than this wannabe Beat Poet...