I’ve blown up your chest for thirty minutes
And crushed it down an equal time
And still you won’t warm to my kisses.

‘Morning – A Death’ is a masterpiece, capturing at once the new, sophisticated battlefield medicine of Vietnam and the ancient, ageless human misery and futility of all wars. W.E. Ehrhart, ‘Soldier-Poets of the Vietnam War’

You can read the whole poem in Winning Hearts and Minds: War Poetry by Vietnam Veterans, edited by Larry rottmann, Jan Barry and Basil T. Paquet, 1st Casualty Press, 1972.

The poem also appears in Unaccustomed Mercy: Soldier-poets of the Vietnam War, edited by W.D. Ehrhart Read it on Google Books