Short...But Not So Sweet

From my anti-war poetry phase!

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Last Night I Dreamed

I was standing in the middle of an airfield

surrounded by countless coffins draped in American flags;

but couldn’t cry, it didn’t seem appropriate.

I wandered slowly between the coffins

running my fingers along as many of them as I could,

all the while thinking of the bodies

and the lost lives of the men and women inside.

I started thinking that I could have passed one of them

on the streets and given them a dirty look,

just because I was having a bad day,

and not knowing that they were on their way to die for me.

I wanted to pry open one of the coffins,

climb in, and become close to the soldier within.

I tried to open the nearest coffin, but it would not budge.

So I climbed on top of it instead, fell asleep,

and woke up safely in my bed.