Improv - Facing it by Yusef Komunyakaa
In the poem we discussed today
A man stood before names of the dead
I left class seeing shadows of soilders
Green canopies of camouflage.
I stepped before an art exhibit
And became numb, reflecting on the memorial
I count thousands of names in my head.
A snowflake drifted to the tip of my nose.
Like the white flash of a booby trap.
The soles of my boots bounce on the earth.
And im driven towards to tundra of white light.
Wind whistles commands through my ears.
I become engulfed with strange faces.
All heading in the same direction as I.
All becoming fallen soldiers of the war.
Next I'm by a land mine.
I grip the rifle between m fingers.
Hot breath blows the smoke away.
And suddenly I'm home again.
I'm safe in my comforting cage.
Waiting to fight life's battles.
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