Mirror Man (Part Three)

…………….Ripcord pull the

Drogue,

            Tell stories of forgotten souls

For here upon the hour;

A man misunderstood from all of

His experience seeks refuge from

The cold,

            My parachute is open,

Back down to Earth I now float –

And though some would jeer a

Boast,

            The friend whose cradle

Opens honestly will nestle deeply

Empathy,

            For the witness made to war!

Michael J Waite