Crossing the bridge

By Michael

His face was purple
and it haunts me 
Cheeks hung below the jaw
Bulging eyes
Hands bound

My truck crosses the Tigris
And I wish I knew him 
So that I could attach something, 
Some feeling, something more 
than what it was. 

Had I known him I might know
How much he loved his children
The pet name he called his wife

What a beautiful tragedy. 
Such is life
There is nothing that can't be taken away. 
Baghdad taught me this. 

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Copyright 2015 Michael
Published on Saturday, June 6, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Jonas Robinson On Friday, February 15, 2019, Jonas Robinson (942)By person wrote:

    That sounds hard. Thank you for expressing this. A lot of people don't know the trauma that comes from being in the military.

  • TropicalSnowstorm On Wednesday, June 17, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1753)By person wrote:

    Excellent piece, it is particularly effective in the way you humanize him in imagining the person's loved ones and back story. Well, well done! Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • Nimue44 On Monday, June 8, 2015, Nimue44 (311)By person wrote:

    A glimpse of death maybe? Oh dear. Maybe it's backwards. A glimpse of a life you'll never get to know. It's sad.

  • Michael On Monday, June 8, 2015, Michael (15)By person wrote:

    you could say that, this poem has both literal and figurative meanings to me. I came across a dead body when I was in Iraq. His hands were bound and his face was a sickly purple. He had been tortured by AQI insurgents. That's where the first stanza comes from. The rest is basically reflection on how I felt as I was trying to cope with the abject horror I was feeling at the time. Thanks for the comment.

  • Quietus On Monday, June 8, 2015, Quietus (84)By person wrote:

    This is really chilling and insightful. Thanks for sharing.

  • Phalanx On Sunday, June 7, 2015, Phalanx (748)By person wrote:

    You remind me of my brother, in the best ways.

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