One More

June 2018

One More


They’d got another one last night.

He’s given up the ghost,

He’d given up the fight

They found him early this morn.

The gaunt and haunted look upon his face

The rope lay wound around the small and twisted form.

No bullet holes or shrapnel wounds,

No blood, no snot, no gore,

Just another casualty


Of a long forgotten war.


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 “I feel like I’ve stolen a car — a really nice car — and I keep looking in the rearview mirror for flashing lights.”

---- Anthony Bourdain    PS:  Great write.