In a Carolina skiff
I start a new adventure
My quest to find a place
Where no one before has ventured
Searching for the rarest shell
To add to my collection
I skip across the water
In a new found direction
I see - very strange structures
Along the Outer Banks
Through my squinted eyes
They look like rusty army tanks
So...I race to shore - drop anchor
And jump out on the sand
And find myself transplanted
In a strange and eerie land
Bullet riddled iron monsters
Lay frozen in their tracks
With telescopes and machine guns
Still sticking in their backs
Unmarked - tomb stonesIn a military - cemetery
A mirage in a landThat once was ordinary
Bleached, twisted tree trunks
With gnarled limbs reach to the sky
Uprooted from the land they loved
Where - burned alive, they died
Reflections of Hiroshima
Are etched in these remains
Our legacy to the future
From a world gone insane
I walk the shore where salty waves
Lick her festering wounds
And in the distance I can hear
The booms from Camp Lejeune
With heavy heart, I watch my footprints
Quickly wash away
As the sun dips slowly in the west
To end another day
I hang my weary head
Lost in visions of confusion
Trying hard to sort what is real
From - what's delusion
And then - I see the bullet shell
Laying at my feet
The shell of ‘Oxymoron'
'We wage war in search of peace'
I drop it in my pocket
As the earth beneath me shakes
And pray that in my lifetime
The DRAGON never wakes.
T his is a poem based on a true experience along a beach in North Carolina where the military practice war maneuvers before deploying to Iraq.
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