In the Grinder
Camouflage and pockets.
Eyeballs in the sockets.
Gunfire and the rockets
in the grinder.
_________________
Silence and scope.
Liquor and the dope.
Whatever is the hope
in the grinder.
_________________
Medals in a war.
Boys that are no more.
Tally board for score
in the grinder.
_________________
Sodas for a kill.
Compensate the bill.
Forget about a will
in the grinder.
_________________
Life until the wire.
Dead men under fire.
Sex but no desire
in the grinder.
__________________
Pack it all away.
Nothing there to say.
Forget about each day
in the grinder.
(C) John Steinmeyer
The Teller
I am told by the teller
that my good friend is dead.
The teller keeps on talking.
I hear no more what’s said.
_____________
Shock wave numbs my heart and soul
while teller’s standing there.
Bitterness now dams my tears.
Pretense now hides my care.
______________
For the moment I now breathe.
But do not find my breath.
I picture face of my friend
but cannot picture death.
_______________
Good God, I wrote a letter
two weeks before this date
to the parents of my friend!
Now everything’s too late.
________________
So I grab my gear and rifle
and keep it all inside.
I have no time to accept
that my good friend has died.
W.S K.I.A.
(C) John Steinmeyer
- Other Side
- Sniffer
- The Fish
- L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
- Poems- Sour (1) Sealed (2)
- More to come
John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.
Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. This will be the first post of a collection of poems that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.
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