Inssein

While the sky burned with red

And the air smelled like birthdays
I saw him there on the ground.
Not living, not dying
Not laughing, not crying,
Not blinking, not making a sound.

They say he stepped on a mine,

Blew away half his body
In agony, out of his mind.
They tell him the story,
Expect him to see,
But how can he with eyes that are blind.
 

Perhaps he had dreams

Which will never come true
As he wished on another man’s star.
While in passion and pain
They think he’ll run away –
But with only one leg, he won’t run far.