An American Nightmare 1919
(a reoccurring nightly terror)
At Versailles the world
found peace, but not
for American soldiers
who look like me. Night
after night, there is no
pause between the beats
of my heart. My tongue doesn’t
fit into my mouth. Sweat
clings to every pore.
All of my body parts
are extremely sore.
I gaze out the window
upon a silhouette in a tree.
I’m the uniform, strange fruit
swaying with the breeze.