a supermarket
tiny shopping carts for kids
wash their little brains
Category: memorial
1502
a stone cast dog lies
where Louie dreamed of running
forever unleashed
1131
our war dead–
surfing and barbecuing
forgetting us
454
bodies bagged, blood mopped
everyone is buying guns
war breeds in our hearts
ε εε (rokuju roku)
440
a November day
flags and leaves in the grey wind
names etched in granite
394
my friend’s funeral
chances to schmooze and network
her paintings for sale
384
her dead mother’s dress
dancing pinned to the clothesline
a slow blues tempo
Memorial Day, 2015
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night
only because rough men stand ready to do violence
on their behalf.” – George Orwell
our world does not turn
marines know,
unless they die to make it so
they don’t fight for you or me
nor for policy nor for liberty
it’s for them hung in razor wire
it’s who’s guarding their backs
it’s jarheads dying in friendly fire
it’s teens going home in sacks
the granite of the next long wall
they’re the core of our nation’s soul
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