the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month
They Didn't Know
he lay there
under the sun
dried blood on his lips.
the heat was oppressive.
his clothes were dusty,
dark blotches on them.
i could see the ants
moving,
entering him
exiting him.
how i hate this place.
how i hate the people
who're responsible
for all this unbelievable madness.
how i hate myself
for volunteering to be here.
i watched the ants
crawling over the body.
i wanted to hate them too
but they didn't know
and the hating
had to stop somewhere.
--Kyle Schlicher, USMC 05-15-1968
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