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Zanzibar
Zanzibar
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Furious sounds of motors screaming
Rotors hungrily clutching for tepid air
Red crosses flashing across dimming vision
Thundering explosions drowning human cries
Leaping skyward, ground shrinking below
Papers ripped from cooling fingers
Sucked into the tumultuous void
Homecoming joy shattering in a tragic instant
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Rifles raised in final salute
Shots fired…
once…
twice…
thrice…
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A bugle's mournful cry permeates the air
Lingering echoes enveloped by a shroud of silence
Broken by a chorus of quiet sobs
As the chaplain reads to grieving family
Last Orders

Zanzibar
Zanzibar
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cddwellercddwellerover 19 years ago
Dude!

That was fucking cool! I'm adding you as one of my favorites!

YDDYDDalmost 20 years ago
Last Orders (STC)

Of the same titled poems posted today,

I find this to be one of my favorites.

Written by a poet new to Literotica,

it does not have the most perfect structure,

but it does surpass most others in content.

The images are very strong and fresher than might be expected when dealing with this theme.

A powerful piece

jthserrajthserraalmost 20 years ago
Damn... this one sent a chill through me

an absolute chill. I loved the internal rhyme and alliteration you used in the first stanza, it resonated in the absolute speed of the images. The twenty one gun salute echoed and the closing stanza then suspended like a tear awaiting that last order. Growing up as an Air Force brat to a combat pilot, this possibility was always there, but never really considered. Your poem has vividly expressed itself with an impact that gave me a hint of the incredible horrific emotion of this event. This impact, that goes beyond the mere words, is the poetry I so love. Powerful poem... I gave it a 5 and I think the vote was too low.

jim : )

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