Damien is a resident of Erie, Pennsylvania
Tempest loose in a bamboo storm.
That make everything disappear in a puff of smoke.
Sounds recollected, circles unconnected.
The walking artillery wanders in
and brings us greetings from hell.
Painted sounds bright with noise:
The machine gun burst of the Asian tongue.
Screaming rounds scattering dreams in the bush.
The frantic shouts of the living.
The quiet moans of the dying.
The mournful cry of taps.
Played for fallen brothers whose helmets,
hang on silent guns:
Casualties of firefights and last rites.
Echo infantry on endless point.
Marching to the Vietnam song.
©Copyright 2004 by Damien Orsini