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Mirror Man (Part Three)

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                        Mirror Man (Part Three)

 

 

…………….Ripcord pull the

Drogue,

            Tell stories of forgotten souls

For here upon the hour;

A man misunderstood from all of

His experience seeks refuge from

The cold,

 

 

            My parachute is open,

Back down to Earth I now float –

And though some would jeer a

Boast,

            The friend whose cradle

Opens honestly will nestle deeply

Empathy,

            For the witness made to war!

 

 

Michael J Waite

 

 

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winston plowes

Fri 19th Jun 2009 00:52

The drogue, it seems is a type of parachute. This to me seems to be someone wanting to put the breaks on the whole war / life scenario. hence the retarding parachute. Then the next sentence is the most poetic line so far as the soldier / peace keeper comes back to society to reality maybe with a bump via a parachute landing. Enjoyed the journey Mike... Win x

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