My Lie

the title is a saddening pun for the My Lai Massacre; a photo from it was my inspiration for the poem.

They lay there, on their backs, stomachs, and sides,
Heads upon each other almost as if
They were sleeping, if it weren't for the tides
Of red happiness and life rolling from stiff
Hearts, dead upon reaching that road through fields
That bore the fruits to sustain people's lives,
Green, friendly, the grass high and the yields
Higher than the heads laying by them or knives
used to slit their throats, the people laying,
bleeding.

The End

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