Not Like That Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Not Like That



if i die here
please,
i hope it is quick
neat
precision like.
a bullet in a vital spot
would
be
perfect.
i don't want
to be torn apart
mangled
unrecognized.
i don't know why,
i
really
don't.

i just don't want to go
like my friend
went this morning.

no.
please.

not
like
that.

(5-14-1968)

Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: War
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