By Kindred_Spirit49
Date: 2003 May 26
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Shadows


The stealth in the shadows
.....as seen
thru the peripheral night vision
of an adrenalin drawn warrior
as the jungle crawls into bed with me
while I clutch my M-16
......in a mad mans grip.....
and the black clad specter of darkness
slithers thru the wire
shrieking of the impending nights doom
and he spoke,... death to me.....
with long red translucent streams
of copper clad bullets
and the echoes
of muted staccato chatter
drummed to my senses
the words of this agony
that are spoken here tonight

I sit upon my sand bag throne
and hurled back
...my attempt
at the deadliest.... of the ultimate insults
in a small round form (grenade)
to scream and flash....
exploding... as my anger would....
....back at you
and he was stabbed in the chest
with the blinding light
of the returned
small arms fire
his life was splashed
without dignity
and the savageness of the reply
as we howled at the moon
quickly brought a quiet meekness
to the din and dither of the unsettling gloom
and within my adrenalin rush
a calming silence settles upon the night
and the crying in the aftermath
carries softly and mournfully to my ears
as I remember them......they fought well

And sometime towards dawn
the rats continue their scurrying search for life
amidst the sticky grasses...that line the edges of this free fire zone  
undaunted by the red scarred eyes that follow their every move
for they are not the enemy..