Dispatch

Submitted by EvanDonovan on 8.11.2016, 8:36 pm

Last night, staging Saigon, I fell -
Rucked up the body undercarpet,
Became inured to comrades' cries.

It was then I learned the fear of death
And vowed to save all that I can.
Dragged out my fellows from those pools
  in which they floundered
And, from enemies advancing, ran.

- written 2002; revised 2016