Author's Note: This is my response to "A Perfect Day for Bananafish". I've been doing a lot of poems lately because I frankly don't think that my poetry is very good and so I've been trying to practice it. This piece is about how war changes people and you can never go back.
Bullets fly
Shells explode
Mouths open in screams
without
sound
Eyes fixed
only
Upon the charred
bloody, body
Knowing nobody will
grieve
over this
young person
No one
will ever
care
about the lives
changed by
war
At first always
eager to
fight
eager to
please
eager to
die
Always remembering
Eternally forgetting
As the bus rolls to
a stop
and my eyes
open.
