A Story by Coyote Poetry
(A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.)
22 year old.
He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.
I watched him and wondered why?
I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes.
I started to sit with him.
He said nothing for many meals.
Other Soldiers said he was crazy.
He looks at my eyes direct.
He told me.
“Some of the poor men were still alive at Death valley. They were still breathing.
Pieces of bodies speaking in a foreign language. I held so many of them. All I could do is listen.”
His eyes filled with tears. He asked me.
“Was there any purpose for this war?”
“You did all you could. Mercy of someone hearing your last words allow the poor men
to move to the next place with the vision a kind heart. Not the bloody shit of war.”
“All I see is death and blood in my dreams. I can’t see any good in my life now. What can I do?'”
I made him drink many long Island ice teas.
We drank till we could barely see anymore.
We wandered down to the Virginia shoreline.
He watched the Atlantic dance on the shore.
He turns to me. Asked me? “What the fuck are you trying to do to me?
Why don’t you leave me alone?
I told him. “We have been lied to. No-body care if people live or die. We were just mercenaries for money and oil. Let’s scream to the Gods. Lets scream into the wind. Tell the world to f-off. Then maybe we can find the mercy to forgive ourselves.”
He gave me a big smile. Told me. “You are damn crazy.”
Screaming and crying.
He ran into the sea.
Yelling ‘kill me, end my bloody life.”
I tossed my wallet to the sand.
I went into the cold sea to get him.
He was waiting for me.
I wrapped my arms around him.
He smiles and told me. “I’m Ok.
I know I must forgive myself.
He whispers. “Thank you for the mercy of your friendship. No-one came when I was alone and afraid. I prayed for forgiveness. You forced me to face my life.”
“Mama will heal me with her love. Baby sister will insure I’m alright. And I remember your face and what you gave me. You gave mercy to a man in need.”