Relax into me everywhere the touch of us caressing tingle vibrating surge into a hush deep. Advertisements
Mankind damaged by darkness? Accidental experiment? Cursed innocense? Cruel love? Spirits eternally searching? Outcome beyond understanding? Death ending? Mankind healing in the light? We know not, but we keep questioning the haunting of God.
I’m the soldier here in heat beyond comprehension longing for cool water sweat turning into salt pillars men eventually falling down into blurry mirages Iraqi children chanting for our choking death whirl of wind up from the endless sand trying to blow us away smear of black oil boiling on my face madmen infesting their … More Iraq Blues by Stephen J. Williams