Partly inspired by a true story, I am planning on revising this piece for spoken-word competition:
OH MY SARAH, HOW I LOVE YOU,
his last letter read.
scrawled in the dark
“Oh God for one more breath”
dissolving sprawling
deteriorating
a charcoal stub
a sheet of burlap
a mile of earth.
“Oh God for one more breath.”
Somewhere a soldier’s writing home
“There’s nothing I want more than to grow
giant wings and fly to you,
Oh my Sarah, how I love you.”
cold in his bones
blood and shit in the water
in it over the boots
a maggot in his right big toe
prays for the whistling before
the thunder shakes fistfuls of soil
on the half-buried dead men
on the half-dead buried men
they can’t go down any further.
In Pamplona the crowd
in his ears
sunlight, sand
sweat in his eyes
blood in the back of his throat
and the bull, wheeling,
Bellows
Drinks the last dregs of his life
the speed
the strength
the sword.
Nothing.
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