Tuesday, August 19, 2008

War.

Used to be
there was so much pain
out there
Jack said.

Used to be filled
with damns
and bloody
hills
and
mother fuckings
and god almighty
himself
feared to walk across
the dust and savaged
terrain
for fear of losing his way.

I look out
over where he's pointing
and then turn
to see him
wipe his eyes
with his sleeve.

His skin
the elephant
seems to follow
a second behind his words
a surf of cracked leather
waving goodbye
to the tears
that fall as
lost brothers.

Now

he says

now there's just
a dull acre
of
dry dirt
a distant thunder of doubt
that feeds
the weeds
of tomorrow.

His eyes are yellow.

But they can still
sense the gangrenous
guns
threatening
from his
past.

I cannot
understand
how he fields
the questions
from his family
who stand tugging
at his medals
and glancing
at their watches
ready to march
quick time
away from him
the pest
lest he forget
that they have
lives now
too.

So I
drink a beer
beside him
in silence

and remember.

3 comments:

  1. you are a hard man to get hold of b. i'm in town til the end of the month and simply must see you.
    xx

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  2. I've been trying doll but it don't work. New number? Email me - annamarcellacreative@gmail.com

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