The Difference
©Nancy L. Meek 01-11-03
surprise at seeing their bodies...
eyes frozen in terror...staring
at some distant object behind you...
mouths gaping in the widest of yawns...

as if the dead needed sleep!

steals your breath as you stare...
eyes wide with terror...frozen
having so much in common...but not
for you can gasp and scream

and it is you who cannot sleep!

This poem describes some of the effects of war on people.  Link this poem to Bless Me, Ultima.  Be sure to use support from the book.