West End Memorial

True freedom

they give us

no slaughter

too sacrilegious

the smoke clears

on bloated bodies

I feel safe now

do they want me

service

we fought there

in the jungles

I saw nothing

I felt no enemy

we died there

in the foxhole

my companion lay bleeding in my arms

so proud

pride

so quick to murder

for posterity

hatred

trained to operate

manually