Okinawa Night / 9 May 1945
My nineteenth birthday
Looking up from foxholes
into a flare-lit sky at night—
silhouetted mosquito swarms
with hungry flies mixed in—
so many of us here looking
to shed each other’s blood.
My nineteenth birthday
Looking up from foxholes
into a flare-lit sky at night—
silhouetted mosquito swarms
with hungry flies mixed in—
so many of us here looking
to shed each other’s blood.