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Horror begets anger

by Ernest A Miller

Hell fire
pure brimstone rushing past
filling my lungs
being thrown against the door
then the radio and then the door once more
then surreal quietness of it all
the fucking 7 ton humvee moving 8 feet
coming to in the haze
Pummeling my door to make escape
feeling the flames on my neck
the door won't give
thank god I pushed Josh out
climbing and sliding through his gore
falling out of the door
reaching back in once more cookie a molten pile now on the floor
spin up the birds
I saw his charred face so clear
run back again I need the combat life savers kit
stop forgetting and save his left
never-mind the pain you can see his is insane
shaking so badly my mouth running dry
running all over no idea how I didn't cry
clean out his face, god his teeth
blown away
muscle dangiling about
hear the screams and the shouts
shit there goes the fifty
rounds splattering all over
pick him up lets fucking go!
thank god the birds were so fast
and as we leave the Iraqis they gather
laugh, point and collect the car aluminum
we shoot at the ones who try and pick up the body parts
this man will be no martyr no fucking hero
I piss on him and it feels good
I hope the dogs enjoy this human steak
cooked perfectly medium rare


Author's Note: It was only later that we found out that this was an isralei car bomb, with a car stolen from Palestine and driven through Jordan and into Iraq so it could be used to blow up a funeral and a wedding at the same time. Thank god we stopped those chosenite bastards. Mordechi and Baruch sung like birds about the truth of it all.

Posted on 09/10/2005
Copyright © 2022 Ernest A Miller

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