Ghost Creep

Ghost Creep

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Michael Herr RIP

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Ghost Creep

You blink the eyes suddenly an
old ghost crosses your face
Smears you in memory,
Bloody battles,
Rage looking for a storm,
Nam comes back in Dispatch form
From Michael Herr of bloodied ink
We find the war amid a kitchen double sink
Limbs on one side
Blood draining well beyond its form
You sicken, feel revulsion
as genius finds a way to tell war.

© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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Thanks Jacob!

A fellow Nam vet informed me yesterday. What a story Herr wrote. Four books on Nam proved overwhelming genius, A Rumor of War Phil Caputo, Everything They Carried, Going After Cacciato both Tim O'Brian and Herr's Dispatches. Great works!

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


you describe the anguish of loss because of war so well...and the two sinks represent to me that disconnection war brings...bodies disconnected, minds disconnected...wills to go on bleeding out.

j,

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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