Closely it will follow. It’ll hiss in his ears. “You’re a murderer.”
“I did it for my country.” He’ll reason, but the leaf-green eyes of that dead Afghan kid will be everywhere, staring.
“I’m sorry!” He’ll cry in his sleep.
The voice won’t stop.
Closely it will follow. It’ll hiss in his ears. “You’re a murderer.”
“I did it for my country.” He’ll reason, but the leaf-green eyes of that dead Afghan kid will be everywhere, staring.
“I’m sorry!” He’ll cry in his sleep.
The voice won’t stop.
A sober rendering of the line. I liked how “the leaf-green eyes” is both a striking image, and also harkens back to “Green eyes flourish” from the original poem.
So much heartbreak. The “leaf-green eyes” made me think of the famous “Afghan Girl” and her haunting green eyes.
The use of that first line makes this truth of the consequences of war and reasoning really haunting.