The Smell of Blood
By K. Stewart
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K. Stewart is a Vietnam war veteran who found poetry to be a way to come back home. He found that like a country can't escape its history he could not escape his baggage and no number of southwestern sunsets could change that fact.
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The Smell of Blood - K. Stewart
The Smell of Blood
K. Stewart
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The Smell of Blood
Copyright © 2009 by K. Stewart
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ISBN: 978-0-595-49331-9 (pbk)
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Printed in the United States of America
iUniverse rev. date: 5/7/2009
This book is dedicated to my sons and their children in the hope that they will never have to go to war and to Jasmine for her help in so many ways.
Contents
MY OLYMPICS
ESCAPE VELOCITY
JUNGLE SMELL
VETERAN BLUES
DOUBT
MEMORIAL BLUES
DEATH
THE ENEMY
WHEN DEATH COMES
UNINVITED MEMORIES
WELCOME BACK
HERE’S TO US
WHY
ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT
CAMPFIRE TALES
CAMPFIRE TALES PART TWO
BROTHERS
STEPS
LIES
FIRE SUPPORT BASE BLUES
CALLOUS HEART
My Olympics
My Olympics were in a hot
dirty
wild place called Vietnam.
The crowds were screaming monkeys
screeching insects
and vegetable indifference.
The judging was hostile
severe
and final as death.
The swimming event was through your own sweat
and the monsoon rain
sometimes through mud
somewhere between quicksand
and cold lava
an event that took awhile to get into.
There was no quitting until it was done.
I did poorly in leech wrestling
but made up for it in mosquito swarming and feeding.
My high jumps left me doing psychedelic somersaults
in a kaleidoscope of tracers
flashes and explosions of red and white.
I failed to place in ear removal.
I admit I didn’t adequately train for the event
but I did excel in jungle dash
and hurdles.
A 12 minute dash through hundreds of pissed-off, armed men
hostile
and sending bullets like deathly clouds
of sleet through the air
the first man dead before he hit the ground.
My steeplechase was a six day run
through the jungle
chased by dogs and 500 vampires
all hungry for blood
to survive in a fiery finish
with the thumping applause of bullets
passing through helicopter skin.
The groupies were young
cheap, dirty and at least infected
not readily impressed by a two mile dash
through jungle and shrapnel.
The awards and medals were corrupted
some very deserving mixed
with those of politics and lies.
The ultimate judgment
survival
some by luck
some by skill
some by karma
but all wounded, stained
and forgotten after the closing ceremony.
Escape Velocity
I carry all kinds of baggage
some obvious
and some so profoundly subtle
like a creeping neurotoxin
claiming your power of ambulation
speech
and then your soul.
An old friend mentioned
he’d rarely seen me really smile.
I was surprised.
Am I unhappy
a sorrowful soul and being?
Is my happiness and smile so rare?
How can this be?
Why?
Then, I have to admit
it is a war wound.
I’m scarred
and limping through life.
I don’t deserve to be too happy
because I’m shamed and blamed.
I wasn’t valiant
a holy warrior.
God wasn’t on my side.
God wasn’t even there.
He left the mess
to lesser deities
rage, hate
greed, lust
and other base passions
for the lost and desperate.
I became addicted to the rush
of death and desperation
of living on the sharp divide
between surviving and being alive
or unfortunate and dead.
The capricious roll of the dice
fate
or God’s will.
If I keep moving fast enough
maybe I can reach escape velocity
and break the bonds of gravity
and my shame.
If I had only been more sure
more capable
more something.
If I could change the past
who knows if I wouldn’t just fuck it up
some other way.
But I can’t change the past
no second chance.
You can look at it
wonder about it
name it
blame it
hate it
or wish it wasn’t
but you can’t change it.
Maybe
just maybe
I can still run fast enough
to run right past it.
Fast enough to tear away the shame
fast