Dirty flowers
Choking on the ding
Polluted life
Infected blithe
Smothering lungs
I should have died
In Vietnam
Why did I choose
Life's continuation
Why did I choose a wife
Who violated my heart
How did I become
Nomenclature in choice
Empty of my children
I was empty in
The killing fields
I chose life
But I have been
Catastrophically wounded
My purpose seems to be
Delayed cannon fodder
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