Ted Moen
Two cohorts, my friend and me
closer than peacetime lovers
could ever hope to be
Tumbled together from the helicopter
To cross the soft, muddy rice paddies and
climb the steep, climate hardened dikes
in the heat of the mid-day Delta sun
Unopposed
We stumbled onto a field of sugar cane
'n celebrating our lucky day
we relaxed (just a second or two)
to enjoy
our sweet, our unexpected treat
The unanticipated click echoed in my ear
signaling a sick feeling deep inside
the wave of noise engulfed us both
trapped, I helplessly watched
my cohort explode
Bits and pieces of flesh and juices
splattering hot
against my unprotected cheek
Two eyes begging me
'hold my hand just a moment, please, 'n
tell my mom I never ment anyone any harm'
Two eyes pleading as he started to sink
and settle into the warm Delta slime
I had to let him go
and attack the core of the ambush
So I did as I had to do
I let him go, or so I thought
and I charged and I survived and I
promised myself from that time on
to pay very close attention
I kept my promise (I keep it yet)
and on my three hundred and sixty-sixth
warm sunny Delta day
they, they who keep track of such things
they sent me home
with his remains
my unexpected treat
Copyright © 1998 Ted Moen All Rights Reserved
Added 3/10/98