World Of War

World Of War short poem

Uploaded by Bill Peeler


I slept, but not in peace
For I dreamt of us in another place
Of you in a benzene bloom
Twisted and stiff in the roiling plumes
Of fiery dragons eating your flesh
Sucking the breath
From your lungs

You reached for the heavens
Beseeching the angels to snatch your soul away
Your silken hair was a blazing torch
And the lips I kissed in the cool of night
Turned black
Curling back

But morning springs
And I shed these things
Removing our cover of darkness
Where I buried my heart
Deep in the valley of your breast
And with all my might I held you tight
Praying hard against the demons
Screaming in the night

But even there you turn to ash
Crumbling in my arms
Burning up in a world of war
Consumed in the flames
In the hell of my dreams

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My wife, Noy and I are Protestant missionaries in Cambodia. We met in a border refugee camp in Thailand back in 1979 while I was a refugee relief worker. She was a refugee. I lived and worked in Mairut Refugee Camp for three years. We have three grown kids. I was drafted into the Army in 1969, served in Vietnam from 1970 to 1971 and honorably discharged at the end of my military obligation. Writing prose and poetry is how I document the life I'm living and how I map out the mental landscape inside my head.
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