Ghost Creep

Michael Herr RIP

Ghost Creep

You blink the eyes suddenly an
old ghost crosses your face
Smears you in memory,
Bloody battles,
Rage looking for a storm,
Nam comes back in Dispatch form
From Michael Herr of bloodied ink
We find the war amid a kitchen double sink
Limbs on one side
Blood draining well beyond its form
You sicken, feel revulsion
as genius finds a way to tell war.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

A fellow Nam vet informed me yesterday. What a story Herr wrote. Four books on Nam proved overwhelming genius, A Rumor of War Phil Caputo, Everything They Carried, Going After Cacciato both Tim O'Brian and Herr's Dispatches. Great works!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you describe the anguish of loss because of war so well...and the two sinks represent to me that disconnection war brings...bodies disconnected, minds disconnected...wills to go on bleeding out.

j,