Deducticius: The smell of copper Not the mineral or the wire But blood Blood seeping into the hot sand My friends blood, his juice Shredded hands that once stroked a breast, held his wife and stroked his children's hair now black and gnarled A vibrate young body before me lay Twisted and violated by an IED Gone is the face and legs His lips will never kiss His blackened torso cools under the furnace sun No more shall he laugh or cry, kiss or frown It's all gone and home does not yet known But we do , his brothers who shared his company His burps and late night farts his laughter and is quiet thoughts In the black cool bag you go my friend We will pick up all your parts and shove them in too You are going home to ceremony and tears We are staying to finish our tour We will think of you in the days that come Our tears will be silent and soft But our hearts will be hardened to the mission ahead We are all brothers in the end and in the end I will see you |
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