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Even In A Quiet Christmas
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Viet Nam Pieces A simple, ordinary, random thing,
a chance of being first on the bus
after a day of shopping.......
{ Oh!, God!, I'm back in those hootches!
Crying kids, screaming men,
moaning women, all mixed among
the piff and crash of bullets.
Who is behind me?!
Marine, or Zipper-head?
So this is how hell smells!
Keep standing up!
Keep moving forward!
If it moves, stop it!
Kill or die? NO! :
Kill AND die! Kill AND live!}
"How Silently, How Silently
The Wondrous Gift Is Given;
So God Imparts To Human Hearts"
weapons to send souls to heaven.
There is no reason, not then, not now,
except greed and allegiance.
"Your orders tonight call for 7."
Bodies for Westmoreland to count.
LeMay's lies for tomorrow.
"Briefing at 0900."
Coffee and donuts at 1000.
Allinaday. ALLINADAY.
{I do not CHOOSE to be awake now, here, at 0300.
It's automatic, especially in full-moon.}
One kid had a rosary and a Ho badge on his neck.
And a hole in his forehead.
Merry Christmas, Ho Chi Minh.
"Is there not a cause?"
said David; then he earned his prize.
Who did U.S. kill? I mean "We" us.
Can Heaven's Mercies cleanse these eyes?
My HANDS didn't do it:
my heart and mind did it!
No morning. No night. No peace.
Good B'ye.
Minh Goi.
