Forged

I had permission

And a machine gun

The wobbling truck

Part rust part greasy smoke

Turned a corner and growled at me



Snakes coiled in my jaw

The truck burped exhaust

The driver unseen

Six people in back, two up front



It rumbled foward

Warnings unheeded

Was God watching me?

Did he see me pull the trigger?



Did he weep for them?

Did he forgive me?

What did he think when

Those in back erupted in red



What went through his mind

When I sprayed the cab

In a mist of steel

POP like a paint bomb

The windshield coated end to end



Did he see when I

Yanked open the door

And watched the headless

Waste of a body

Pour from the seat onto the street



And when I looked down

From a streaming stump

Than once was a neck

The rage fled from me

I had shot to death seven men



And one woman



She would have surely

Done the same to me

If I had let her

As would the others

Run over, gunned down, dead and gone



I walked away grim

The last of the child

That once shared my smile

Was burned to nothing

Now all I am was forged in war



I don't laugh as much

When I do, it's not

The same as I did

I fear--have I sinned?

I pray still, and still no answer



Was I to be forged this way God?

Is this how steel is made of souls?

Do you still have a place for me?

Is there still a harp for these hands?

Now stained with the blood of others?



I kneel now to pray

I fight for the words

That always slipped through

These lips now so tight



As I lay my head down tonight



Is my place in your heart as bright?


Author's Notes/Comments: 

A friend of mine across seas had to kill 8 people in a truck trying to run him over.  Though he was justified in his actions, I feel he wonders if God has forgiven him--because he knows that it was not God that put him there.  Reflections on this would be extremely appreciated.

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Channing Breeze's picture

Wow...I am at a loss of words. How you can portray such a feeling that only a person in a soldiers' shoes can feel remains amazing and unbelievable to me. The feeling of guilt it elicits and the images of an innocent boy unsure of his innocence as a man reveal themselves easily while reading this piece of art.

Cayla Priest's picture

i really enjoyed this. i didnt know what to expect with their category's title haha, but im glad i ventured in. i'll be back to read more. and thanks for the comment on my page, its much appreciated.
-cayla

keithwhitacre's picture

Does God curse the elk for striking down the lion? Does God despise the hawk for feeding of the snake? If it was self defense, if it was them or him then it is justified. Was this during the course of warfare? Then shit happens. And if it's a matter of God forgiving, the Christian Bible says that God will forgive those who ask forgivness (John 3:16). From there, it's up to the individual to accept that forgivness and in turn forgive themselves. Yes, it's hard to live with the guilt of taking another human life, but if the result of not doing so is not living to see tomorrow then it isn't a tough decision. And sometimes you don't have time to make the decision, only to react. And afterwards you cannot second guess a desicion like that. You have to stick by it and tell yourself you did the right thing, because you're still alive to tell yourself that.

Amber Nicholl's picture

I just thought I'd say I really like your work, not just this one, but in general. Thanx for the critiques of my work. I hope I get the chance to read more.