Poem Hunter
ML (6/30/89 / Toledo Ohio)


Muddy boots, those that had boots
Typhus and lice
Ragged uniforms, if you might call them that
Gang green bodies, of those still living
In spite of everything, alive
Suffering and starving
Dirty sweaty rotten and filled with disease
The putrid stench of dirty dieing bodies
Those not dead, heartily expecting to die
An inferno pain smell and noise
And the blood Oh Lord,
The blood

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