Loves Company

     B-52's, rumbled the ground,
     seemed like, a million miles from me,
     making the earth, all burnt and brown, 
     just grateful, I couldn't see.

     years later, back in the world, 
     I searched my mind for reasons, 
     toward the heavens, arms unfurled,
     but all I got, were demons. 

             *   *   *

     Hope looked like, he craved to die, 
     as I guess, sometimes he must,
     then he mounted his horse, gave a sigh, 
     and rode off, in a cloud of dust.

     Then Misery came up, and looked around,
     as if, about some awful task,
     scared I kept, my eyes aground,
     as he looked at me, and asked,

     "So you're the one, that hates the war?"
     and he threw a butt, in the fire I made, 
     Then he ambled over, saying no more,
     and sat down beside me, in the shade.

                              s[[im 10/14/05