A nurse in Viet Nam who still feels the pain.
http://www.illyria.com/dustyhp.htmlHELLO, DAVID
Hello David--my name is Dusty
I’m your night nurse. I will stay with you.
l will check your vitals every 15 minutes.
I will document inevitability.
I will hang more blood and give you something for your pain.
I will stay with you and I will touch your face.
Yes, of course, I will write your mother and tell her you were brave.
I will write your mother and tell her how much you loved her.
I will write your mother and tell her to give your bratty kid sister a big kiss and hug.
What I will not tell her is that you were wasted.
I will stay with you and I will hold your hand.
I will stay with you and watch your life flow through my fingers into my soul.
I will stay with you until you stay with me.
Goodbye, David---my name is Dusty.
I'm the last person you will see.
I'm the last person you will touch.
I'm the last person who will love you.
So long, David--my name is Dusty.
David--who will give me something for my pain?
http://www.illyria.com/emily.htmlEmily, Donut Dollie
i flew to desolate fire bases
filled with the tools of war
and the men who used them
it was my job to perform the miracle
of making the war disappear
(however briefly)
for boys who had been trained to kill
it was my mission to raise the morale
of children who had grown old too soon
watching friends die
it was my calling
to take away fear and replace it with hope
to return sanity to a world gone insane
i was the mistress of illusion
as i pulled smiles from the dust and heat
the magical genie of "back-in-the-world"
as i created laughter in the mud
but when the show was over
i crawled back into my bottle
and pulled the cork in tightly behind me
© 1992