Mirror Man (Part Three)
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
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