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Army Jacket

May 1, 2013
By Bella99 BRONZE, Playa Del Rey, California
Bella99 BRONZE, Playa Del Rey, California
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Trains passed by freely
No warning
No stopping the massive juggernaut

Drunk man, running late
Hearing the horns
Crosses anyway.

Metal against metal
Scraping and screeching
Half a bus being pushed by the brute force
A mile; fast
In the other
Death, impurity, screaming, and pain fills the children's souls
An uncle impelled to be thrown
100 feet, face first!
A bullet into concrete
Darkness fell on to everyone.
But only a little speck of light lived, when the impact was deministed by the uncles
Army jacket.
Broken, bloody
Half broken, half dead.
His favorite left side depleted
His favorite clothes now vaporized
Except his army jacket

Though now different
Though now scared
Today we still hug a hero!


The author's comments:
This poem is based on my Uncle's experience when he was a teenager. He was in a school bus on the way to school, when his drunk bus driver tried to beat a freight train and lost.

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