Chagal4's Blog

Fathers and sons, uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, mothers, children, neighbours, strangers, grand parents, teachers, holy men and holy women, unholy people, christians, jews, muslims, hindus, atheists, jains, lovers, haters, truckers, fuckers, the guy down the street, the woman in the window, the kid on the skateboard, liars and cowards and criminals, helpers and holders and huggers and the people who work every day. Hookers and harlots and thieves. Criminals, cops , crooked cops, and politicians. Soldiers and sailors and pilots. Killers and savers. More soldiers and more sailors and more pilots. Victims and survivors. Actors and singers and players and dancers and artists of all kinds.

Dead in bed, in ditches, in corn fields, in the driver’s seat, underwater, underground, in classrooms and hospital beds. Dead in the living room, the bathroom, walking down the street. Alone dead, dead with friends and family, dead on the kitchen floor. Dead in the trenches…in foxholes, in tanks, in broken buildings, in rubble, in stubble, on beaches, on mountains. Dead in mid air, in the office, in the morning, in the winter, frozen. Dead on vacation, in battle, waiting for a bus. Dead on the side of the road. Dead on the doorstep, ringing the bell.

Shattered and scattered and blown to ribbons and red mist on the wind. Caught and shot and quietly asleep. Coughing and crying and wheezing and praying, falling and failing and hit by a car. Suddenly not breathing, surprised by wonder, lost at sea, vanished in thin air. Calling for help, whispering, saying nothing, not a word.

Gone…just gone…just gone…just gone

but not

forgotten.

Please

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