Wesley D. Willis

MISSING IN ACTION

WVPA Bronze Helmet Top Poet Award of Excellence - March 2004The jungle where Americans fade,
Amidst the foliaged soil, Vietnam,
Vietcong guerrillas barricade,
Beneath the ground the tunnels swam.

The nickel silver shine of moons,
Whose deathly flying pellets dart,
But death is real amongst platoons,
The stench, I draw in breathless art.

Vietnam back in sixty four,
And sixty-five, uncloak the dead,
The phantoms scythe, exist in war,
Proclaiming death its swiftness bled.

In heated battle far from home,
Your love explodes my hearts desire,
Entombed with shrapnel’s falling dome,
My love remains in this expire.