Burn Pits by Matthew Borczon

like evil
shaman magic
or voodoo
ritual the
body parts
medical waste
and human
feces got
burned just
west of
the tents
we lived
in on
camp Bastion
it covered
us all
in ash
mixed with
sand in
110 degree
heat we
looked like
glazed doughnuts
as we
walked around
breathing in
the poisons
chemicals feces
and the
souls of
dead soldiers

theirs and
ours.

matthew-borczon

Matthew Borczon is a poet from Erie Pa, he has three Books available, A Clock of Human Bones From Yellow Chair Review Press, Battle Lines From Epic rites press and Ghost Train from Weasel Press. He works as a nurse and a navy sailor in Erei.

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