Charles J. Ingerson


Shadow breaths
unable to see
smoke and mirrors
only to deceive.

Precious careers
held in the balance
truth of the fiction
wanting to dance.

Smells of war
carefully aligned
whispers of lies
carefully designed.

So many to die
in truth unknown
teachers and infants
in napalm shorn

Heroes incomplete
whispers of lies
harrowing defeat
as history cries.