jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

war

  • Shadows.

    Shadows My sister told me. You have changed. You saw too much shit and your mind and eyes are cold. I told her. War isn’t personal.You do what you are told. Try to forget and move on  I kissed her forehead.I told her. War was easy.This world falling apart around me andI don’t know what to do.?That the crazy… Read more

  • Mercy.

    Mercy. Young black man. 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days. I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes. I started to sit with him.He said nothing for many meals.Other Soldiers said he was crazy. One morning at breakfast.He looks at… Read more

  • Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding.

    Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He told me. Son. I killed and I killed. I melted down three machine guns barrels. I saw body on body of the… Read more