Fence Of Sun Poem by James McLain

It is another life I died in the other one
the same way
but while I yet have breath I
write these few words.
The bottle was full in the Adolphe I
met this beautiful women.
We had a few drinks a lusty
drinker I am.
I do not know how she got me to
another country naked
as I am.
Arms wrapped in barb wire draped
through the wire impaled on a pole
looking at my ex-wife.
That's how I came to be here
I dint know how.