by Master Om
Dedicated to my friend and teacher CWO Ronald C. McKown.
|Water laps at fins
jungle looms ahead
the memory begins.
Soldiers and SEALs fighting to survive
floating in the sea
it's pleasure now, living just to dive.
Visions flashing faster -- slip beneath a wave
always he's the hero -- now just himself to save.
The battle chaotic, perhaps they pushed too far
Survival more than skill, extending into art
drifting down, hermit crab
He saw their faces frozen in a flash
looking left, staghorn coral
now just medals on a sash
A grenade fell close, was it all a loss?
drifting down, red cup sponge
Distinguished Service Cross
Fifty years ago, they died to be free
ascending, into light above
oh say, can you see?