04-15-2016, 08:26 PM
IN THE TUNNELS OF CORREGIDOR
I did not fear the blindness
when our guide commanded us
to shut our lights and see
as the cloistered Japanese --
and though the breath of wind divine
resounding from those cratered walls
tickled the spines of my fellows,
I caught no voice, I felt no hand --
but I jumped when the light returned
and the image of a soldier ashamed
destroying himself by grenade
was imprinted in my vision.
I did not fear the blindness
when our guide commanded us
to shut our lights and see
as the cloistered Japanese --
and though the breath of wind divine
resounding from those cratered walls
tickled the spines of my fellows,
I caught no voice, I felt no hand --
but I jumped when the light returned
and the image of a soldier ashamed
destroying himself by grenade
was imprinted in my vision.