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Time

by

Theresa Cecilia Garcia

She picked up the syringe
uncapping the needle
making the mistake of meeting his eyes.
Not a flinch
he made no move.
Masculine flesh and swirls of black hair
hard to imagine the soul's barely there
not to linger overlong with her eyes
she stares up at the ceiling
to staunch her tears.
As time flies by
he cuts her a look
and steps back in his mind.

"Rollin' Death"

Nobody noticed
Red Blood on White Walls
The music plays on
The fire of life no longer burns.

Spend some time with me
Escape Reality
Shadows of the night
are calling
I'll set you free .

Brannif Airlines
The pink airplane flies
destination unknown
many will die.
114 degrees in the sun
humidity well over survivable level.
Mekong Delta
knee deep in thin mud.
Reddish black- shiny blood sucking leeches
breeding
in standing brackish waters.
Burning cigs and bug juice,
ham and lima beans,
waiting for the enemy;
the soldiers were teens
and no one at home ever heard their screams.

Red blood on white walls
and the music plays on.
Nobody cared
They were too caught up to see
Too caught up to hear
Ignorant and filled with fear.
Unsaid
And the music plays on.

Spend some time with me
Escape Reality
Shadows of the night are calling
I'll set you free.

Ambushes
Booby Traps
encountering and returning fire,
purple hearts and bronze stars
instead of racing fast new cars.
Hot and humid nights of heavy artillery ,
this was their life in the military .
Never run with your finger on the trigger,
"Puff The Magic Dragon" never saw his face!
My God why would you send them to such a place?

Red blood on white walls
and the music plays on .

Spend some time with me
Escape Reality
Shadows of the night are calling
I'll set you free.

Discharged from the army
they arrive back in the world
the place they fought for and used to call home.
Not an ounce of courtesy or even a smile
directed their way.
More hostility and disgust
of hatred and protests
so fashionable you see
to blame the warriors
never setting them free.
No hugs or kisses or pats on the back.
Void of glad to have you home again
thanks for being a friend.
The shouts of murderer
resounding in his ears!
Was it because he was wearing infantry brass?
Did he look like a murderer?
Man, they should all kiss his ass
for the sacrifice he made
they can all perversely preach hate
directed at the hero
whose fist we find clenched in mouth
to keep himself from crying
Oh why did he escape dying?

Red blood on white walls
And the music plays on

Spend some time with me
Escape Reality
Shadows of the night are calling
I'll set you free.

"You don't want to cross me, fuck with me."

" Shhhhh, you're safe now"

His survival mechanism
the instincts by which he lived
so as not to die
were kicking into high gear
for the second time that night.
Beyond conscious thought
he found his weak-kneed self
reacting to her voice.
She was his salvation
he had found his truth,
but hanging in the air
was dark red smoke.
Nobody knows what they've done to him .
Nobody knows that he's gone .

Red blood on white walls
and the music plays on .

Spend some time with me
Escape reality
Shadows of the night are coming

Angel on your shoulder

I'll set you free.

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