Past Reparation
graffiti art series — part five
Things I’ve seen, places I’ve been aren’t things we talked about after the war. ‘Cept silence only makes you deaf to what’s truth: they never leave.
Just because you’re numb doesn’t mean you don’t remember, and just because you remember doesn’t mean you’re numb.
A soldier’s a soldier until the day he bloodies the ground. Each time I peek over sleep’s shoulder, I think it’ll be my last. My dreams scrape until they’re underneath my fingernails, but the field’s getting harder to find. By the time I wake, everything’s red.
Wife tells me the wheezing’s worse. She thinks my lungs quit working, after.
I think they knew I wouldn’t have much left to say. I tried church once, but I don’t believe much in atonement. Doing what we’re told to do may alleviate the guilt for some, but I hold myself accountable…
I wish I had…then.
You can find parts one, two, three, and four of this series below:
