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A poem from 2010 when I was suffering from PTSD in the aftermath of the Iraq War.

A Dream About Iraq

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse20 Mar 2016

Deer are being culled,
Their bodies piled on heather,
Dumped on one another.
A new born fawn stumbling,

Shot through the leg, limping,
Bullet holes weeping,
Dark wide eyes staring.
I woke smelling blood.