between heaven and hell - by Tomasz Dybowski   my name is Michael I died burned alive in the back of Bradley melting evaporating body mixed with sulphur carbon monoxide being my last breath   I came to you this morning saw you reading a story about Iraq was hovering above your teary face I knew I had to find a way to be heard since I know you are a poet   it was me who whispered to you go and buy a Canadian Sherry when in the liquor store it is as if you looked at my blood and its droplets were beginning to tell my story    young soldier when dying thinks of mother first my last moments were of my mom taking me by the hand walking me to my first class all those strangers only my mom being familiar to me   when I noticed that my soul is no longer with my body I felt lightness of being seems for the first time in my life I could fly saw fellow soldiers who where badly injured screams and crying   I flew some distance and I saw the insurgents who where very happy patting each other and embracing one was kissing his mothers photo could not believe what I saw he was right there kissing photo of his mom   a soul approached me he spoke in poor English his first words where Mister no war please no war who are you I said to him he answered after a while you Mister killed me last week my family does not know where I am I have five children at home hungry   ever since that day me and my new found friend roam the planet we visit hospitals and morgues cemeteries and peace vigils perhaps the candle you hold in your hand right at this very moment pierces the light of our souls candle like flames