Lon R. Bruso

DYING IN THE RAIN

Crawl me deep in jungle grass
my wounds, unbound, do bleed
Vietchild looked up and smiled
then shot me in his need

Cry me rivers wet with war
smoke me full of lust
silent weapon, muzzle-choked,
sprouting seeds of rust

Sing me songs of Rock-N-Roll
I’ll never hear again
and pray that God will find me here
dying in the rain