who shall stare last…

a dark sweaty form
staring into the desert sun
from behind an oasis blind
stars and stripes
on his shoulder
symbol of freedom
waiting
fearing
killing
       burst of light
penetrating metal
       third of an ounces 
       less than 2.3 seconds
and
       another symbol of freedom
is stared at
by the desert
in life’s
only
true
freedom

6 thoughts on “who shall stare last…

  1. For some reason this poem prompts me to consider the horrors of PTSD. The facial expression on the image makes me think of “shell shock.” Anyway, you’re posting some great stuff. Thanks

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