Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
My father’s mind, my father’s wars. If you live by the gun, you will die by the gun. Do corpses talk? My father asked me a few times when the rum was aplenty.Who… Continue reading
Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry- Soldier on A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memorial day poetry. Soldier on. Memorial day is coming and I will put coins on the fallen soldiers grave stone. In the early… Continue reading