Sacred Actions Holy Ground
And so they went to war on the Holy Mountain
Filling the mountain and themselves full of
holes
They died in brave terrifying crazy stupid
ways
As is always the way in total fucking war
The red mountain soil stained even redder by
their blood
Both American and Japanese soaking Mt Mataba bloody
red
Dead soldiers littering the ground a wild
wrong willful harvest
Peaceful in death in a way their leaders
would never know
They died in certain ways created by
ingenious humans and the Devil:
A mortar shell hit a box of phosphorous
grenades and several fell into a foxhole
Igniting and burning an American soldier to a
blackened crisp
One of the many wounded Japanese soldiers still
resisted
With only his life to lose his torso torn virtually
in two
A Yankee General went to the lines to see the
action
And was shot dead thru his skull a top banana
kill
A Jap manned a heavy machine gun his leg
blown off at the knee
Finally silenced by a bullet with his name on
it
This is how they fought for and on the Holy
Mountain
Its sacred soil touched by actions and death and
ghosts
Now forgotten by all but me and their God who
remains silent
Was it worth it in the judgment of the karma
scales?
If only I could see their deeds and talk to
the ghosts
In a pointless war that was all for what?
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