Soldier's thoughts

if I turn into wind on the field, 

build statue of peace 

with the bullet that took advantage of my breath

lift up my firm not too higher nor lower 

dump it in the gab between peace and war

let it decay into unity

& dress my corpse with the skin of freedom 

if I run out of breath on the field 

tell my mother 

to silent her moment of silence with food,

food that my country didn't serve me 

if I fall on the battle field,

give this poem to my mother 

as a flower impregnated with sorrys

tell her to forgive each pollen hanging on this poem

tell her, I found myself racing with the wind to survive 

tell her the clock couldn't pause 

when depression showed me true love 

for quadrillion seconds 

I recited the Lord's prayer 

somewhere in my chest