Post by hardwired

the elephants of Vietnam

first they used to, he told me,

gun and bomb the elephants,

you could hear their screams over all the other sound;

but you flew high to bomb to the people,

you never saw it, just a little flash from way up

but with the elephants

you could watch it happen

and hear how they screamed;

I'd tell my buddies, listen, you guys,

stop that,

but they just laughed

as the elephants scattered

throwing up their trunks (if they weren't blown off)

opening their mouths

wide and

kicking their dumb clumsy legs

as blood ran out of big holes in their bellies.

then we'd fly back,

mission completed.

we'd get everything,

convoys, dumps, bridges, people, elephants and

all the rest.

he told me later, I

felt bad about the

elephants.