I've never seen his faceThe bullet from his rifle
To my flesh it did race.
A yell I could not stifle;
I never saw his face.
Perhaps it was a stray round,
No target to be aced,
An accident; my Achilles found.
I never saw his face.
Was it me, his unseen foe
He wanted to erase?
Or was he just another joe?
I've never seen his face.
Did he die sometime, somewhere?
Or was he granted grace:
To gaze within the mirror there
And say; I've seen his face.
rel 16 Apr., 2008
Labels: I've never seen his face, Poefusion, poetry
posted by rel at 7:23 AM
8 Comments:
Rel, this will stick with me all day. Wow.
Wow, great poem! And, very appropriate for the war times we are living in right now. It makes one wonder how they can survive life after shooting someone. You know that has to bother them. How do you block something like that out of your mind and still function normally? Nice job Rel. Have a nice day.
oh rel... that was perfection.. the absolute perfect take on that prompt...
An eerily powerful poem.
Rel,
Excellent post. Very emotional.
Powerful and hypnotic. An excellent take on the prompt.
Very nice. Haunting is a great word for this.
oh boy, did I miss some of your wonderful pieces or what...i am happy to catch up. very deep, esp. that last line caught me unaware.
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