I Dreamt of Vietnam

 

I do not have the energy to go to war. 

   The mud is waist deep and I have been drudging through it for weeks now. 

  My limbs are infected. 

  My kidneys, in pain. 

  My brain decaying 

     In it's own fog-

   the swamp is terrifying 

  With no direction known, 

and with everything that comes out at night. 

I am bitten into exhaustion, 

  My body nearly giving all up. 

I do not 

  Have the energy to go to war. 

 

As I hardly have life, 

  For another step.