Untitled This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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When I was little, Puff the Magic Dragon
Was a storybook character, living in the painted worlds
Of my little kid books
Then I grew into storybooks with
Thick bindings and heavy paper
And Puff the Magic Dragon
Could drench a football field in lead
In a few seconds.
His name was Puff because he shot tracers -
Red smoke that drifted through jungle nights
Boys kneeling in trenches
Baptized by arc raids and M-16 fire reaching
For something to admire,
Desperate for some beauty
Or so I imagine, since I can never
Never
Really understand the days when Puff
Flew jungle missions to rescue boys
With souls torn out
And the faces of old, old men



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Mexican_Barbie said...
Sept. 9, 2010 at 7:01 pm

i dnt get it....

 

 
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