Returning to the World___ <br />I needed a healing after killing so many people <br />Although I prefer nowadays to look at it as I had saved my life <br />And the lives of others like me <br />Justification is needed when blowing someone's brains from their cranium <br />And ripping their heart from their rib cage using a 'FMJ' <br />As the act of War does not inspire great or memorable poetry <br />Even if it is quite inspiring in its own ritual way <br />Of mutual exclusion and human sacrifice <br />I guess the best peacetime comparison <br />One could draw, would be defenestration <br />In enlisted terms that means throwing someone out of a window <br />War steals your muse when you’re a poet in uniform <br />It takes everything you've ever learned about the human experience <br />And throws all that Easter bunny and St. Nick crap out the window <br />But first it bloodies and water boards them both into confessing <br />Your first formative years were all packed with lies <br />And now you must deal with it or die like a limp dick G.I. Joe <br />With your dog tags crammed between your upper lip and your nose <br />You can see now why..... <br />There are not that many ways for one to return from battle..... <br />And most of them involve being a sociopath or becoming a poet <br />But in order to become the latter you need to find your muse <br />Mine used to be a half bottle of high proof booze <br />Nowadays, <br />I prefer the unopened bottle that stares back at me <br />From the space I've provided for our eventual eternal internment <br /> <br />Note: FMJ is a full metal jacket- a bullet incased in a metal alloy like steel or copper <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-or-a-sociopath/
