I remember seeing the napalm fall.
Rushing through the brush and into the dark forest
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Became my only reason in life if
I didn't want it to end.
My bare feet clamored over the
Moss covered rocks and the muck water
Splashed up and the iciness of it singed
My legs.
Without planning it, I slip and fall face
First into thistle and burrs
By putting my hand onto the sharpest
Thorn, I push myself back onto my feet and
Into my stride.
The roar of their engines echoed
Through the nearly dead leafs on the branches
Making them rain down onto my back.
I don’t hesitate when I leap onto that
Foxhole and pull the blanket they gave me over
My head to protect me from the fire.
Even though they do not touch the earth,
It shakes beneath me.
I pull the ends of the blanket underneath me
Completely protected by the covers
Shielded by gods wrath.
The heat of the blanket is overcome
By the napalm you drop on my head
And in the darkest part of the
Forest, that is soonly
The most lit part of the forest.
The fires grew bigger and angrier as it
Soon realized that it’s hottest flames could not
Breach the ends of my covers.
The foxes beneath me scream in terror
But do not dare claw or bite
The one thing protecting their kin.
I shut my eyes and drift
Off into a deep slumber. I will never be
Able to explain how I ignored the sounds of the end times
Happening around me and the tireless screams
Of the innocent dying because of me.
Just because I wanted to live.
When I awoke, there was no heat or
Flames or noise.
Once I remove the covers and get to my feet,
I see the butchered and disfigured remains of
mother earth.
The once mighty and tall trees that stooped over me
Had burnt to the size of a tooth pick
And the once mossy rocks are nothing more
Than charged pebbles near a small dried up
Water bed.
I stand on dimly lit coals
And wiggle my toes in them like sand.
The mother fox pops her head out from the
Hole and looks in horror of what happened
To her neighborhood.
The roar of their engines
Can no longer be heard and the ground does
not shake for they are miles and miles away
By now.
They will not look back or even think
About the destruction
Of this once populated forest.
It’s only residence stands besides me
In the form of a little fox and her kin
But shortly enough
They will perish since there is nothing
To eat
Or drink
Unsure what else to do
I run.
I leave the fox and her family,
My feet crush the remains
of creatures that exists without a form
and without looking back,
I run.
