
The Picture
I’m looking at the picture
of my newborn child.
But only just an hour ago
the situation was wild.
_________
I squat upon the jungle dirt
and look towards my right
and see two crumpled bodies
that resulted from the fight.
__________
Then I read the letter says
“our daughter’s doing fine.”
“She’s a precious piece of life,
and she’s yours and mine.”
___________
But God we just killed fathers
that were fighting in this place.
There’s other sons and daughters
that won’t see their father’s face.
___________
Then I truly wonder if
my daughter will see me.
Tears well up inside my throat
and man just let me be.
(C) John Steinmeyer
Nothing
No, it was nothing
my dear and loving wife
to tromp the mud and jungle,
survive just to take life.
Just plain fucking nothing
to live inside the strife.
Of Nothing.
For nothing marks the jungle
where Lee and Eddie fell.
And nothing says the trouble
for time we spent in Hell.
And nothing is what needs me
but nothing can I tell.
Of Nothing.
For nothings my eraser
that keeps me in the blind.
And nothing keeps me going
and nothing can I find
‘cept tell you it was nothing
so I don’t lose my mind.
For Nothing.
(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)
- Poems- In The Grinder (1) The Teller (2)
- Poems- The Rifle (1) Turn (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. Two poems from a collection that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. See other links above for more. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.
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