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  •  I would need to read the text of the poem (2+ / 0-)
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    BOHICA, Larsstephens

    to get what it says. Listening is too fast and difficult for me to grasp it.

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      SO I WAS A COFFIN

           —For Corporal Kyle Powell, died in my arms, 04 November 2006

      They said you are a spear. So I was a spear.

      I walked around Iraq upright and tall, but the wind blew and I began to lean.
      I leaned into a man, who leaned into a child, who leaned into a city. I walked
      back to them and neatly presented a city of bodies packaged in rows.
      They said no. You are a bad spear.

      They said you are a flag. So I was a flag.

      I climbed to the highest building, in the city that had no bodies, and I smiled
      and waved as hard as I could. I waved too hard and I caught fire and I burned
      down the city, but it had no bodies. They said no. You are a bad flag.

      They said you are a bandage. So I was a bandage.

      I jumped on Kyle's chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso and
      pressed my head to his ribcage and listened to his heartbeat. Then I was full, so
      I let go and wrung myself out.

      And I jumped on Kyle's chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso
      and pressed my head to his ribcage and listened to his heartbeat. Then I was full, so
      I let go and wrung myself out.

      And I jumped on Kyle's chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso
      and pressed my head to his ribcage but there was no heartbeat. They said no. You
      are a bad bandage.

      They said you are a coffin. So I was.

      I found a man. They said he died bravely, or he will. I encompassed him
      in my finished wood, and I shut my lid around us. As they lowered us
      into the ground he made no sound because he had no eyes
      and could not cry. As I buried us in dirt we held our breaths together
      and they said, yes. You are a good coffin.

      This poem won first prize in the 2010 War Poetry Contest sponsored by Winning Writers. Author Gerardo Mena received a $2,000 award. Copyright is reserved to the author. Mr. Mena has kindly made available to us a YouTube video he produced for this poem:

      "If you pour some music on whatever's wrong, it'll sure help out." Levon Helm

      by BOHICA on Sat Nov 09, 2013 at 12:45:48 PM PST

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