(*as a note, I am not against reposting, which is why I am bringing this one back.)
(**as a second note, i feel, in all of our political rhetoric and combat as of late, it seems that we have completely forgotten the tens of thousands soldiers still fighting around the world, still not given the chance to join in the argument.)
I heard a baby cry today and
it took me back to those days.
A simple gurgle of a teary scream from a child
too young to even speak
and the sound began blowing in my
eyes stinging and swarming
them so much I had to cry.
This pillar of strength
broke that easy from a distant
whimper down a dark alley.
I was walking down a street when I heard this
and fell into a hole two people deep with
firecracker blues lightin’ up the sky.
I fell into the dirt,
closed my eyes from the sandpiper’s
song that made me cry,
dropping my glass breaking on clay
retreats of my brother’s tumble weed,
smoking memories of reality into a
fairytale nightmare I was trying
not to remember.
I couldn’t find any way back after hearing
that silent prayer of
babies everywhere unable to
comprehend where their life just went
and I dug
through mud, concrete
tearing through fingernails and skinned
tips of my hands
clear to the bone
trying to escape this
“dear god, not again…”
Sun blasting holes through these khaki tears
like acid igniting the broken
rocks under my eyelids
rummaging under a sky of
independence like shooting stars
too close for this fragile slum to protect.
Screams in my ears pierce this battered soul
of mine as I heard that baby cry…
but I can’t save her…I can’t.
I can’t even see her because I am buried
under limbs unformed and
and I’m drowning swimming through
these toddlers in the mud
who never asked for their chance to
be my bragging right…
but I was falling behind
and a bet’s a bet, I guess…
it’s not real if you can’t see it,
Fuck me if it’s just a button I’m pushing
cause it’s gonna get me home to you, baby,
and I miss my child so much,
so desperate to see my first born that
I’ll press ‘em all if I have to
…if it’ll get me home sooner.
I pressed all those red and green and blue
poppin’ them like candy on Christmas
and the world fell silent with each
one gone and I sunk into a
vacuum of serenity…
a crucible of absolute peace with my creator
as we walked across the ocean back home to
become a family
one last time.
“Nothing happened that day,” they say,
cause I don’t remember a damn thing.
my honor and
I believed them…
cause a soldier breathes from that
pillar of truth that stands strong
threaded in our flag of courage.
But then I walked past that alley
and I heard a baby cry today
and it took me back
and I opened my eyes
and I remembered why I forgot
© af 2005