chasing an elusive ghost

fixed bayonet!
baby, here it comes:
the napalm jungle smell,
the fighting drums,
singing war is hell!
body bags,
frightened soldiers in rice paddy mud,
khaki rags,
fields of blood:
no more bombing!
no more death!
no more war!
chasing an elusive ghost
across the floor
into a sea of fire
on the other side of razor wire:
a missing leg;
a worn out boot
teaching children
to stalk and shoot!
burning skin and harder eyes
falling from the morning skies.