Collateral Damage

Collateral damage


My mind is haunted by visions of burned bodies and children's severed
limbs
ripped from life by a falling rain of death.
All around are corpse's eyes and mutilated hands
containing wedding rings of an enemy's wife.
"Collateral damage it is what I see"
says my major as he whispers it to me.


There is a baby's tiny little hand
as pale as snow from a loss of blood.
I gaze upon black hair torn from the roots
of a woman's scalped head
"Collateral damage it is what I see"
says my major as he whispers it to me.


I stagger through the maze of bodies torn limb from limb
hearing the death rattle of a woman's anguished voice.
My nostrils burn from the smoke of burning bodies
as I taste the blood that stains the dust
"Collateral damage it is what I see"
says my major as he whispers it to me.


I feel the burning pain hammering
my own shattered legs
my battered arms lie next to me
as I feel my own life leaving me breast
"Collateral damage it is what I see"
says my major as he whispers to me.


My intestines have been placed on my chest
as I lie in a pool of blood next to a dead enemy of mine.
Darkness sweeps over my soul as my life slowly ebbs from this world
"Collateral damage it is what I see"
are the final words I hear whispered to me
dying alone and soon forgotten
looking up from a deathbed of my major's knee.

 

©denise-a. langner-urso