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Ask Any Soldier

Ask Any Soldier

 

“When your friend

Gets killed, part of you

Gets killed”

 

A testimony and

Remembrance for

USA Memorial Day

 

Which I can only

Guess is right since

I have friends gone

In other ways, and

They and those parts

Of me yet feel lost

 

To lose through war

When targets seem

A random strategy:

 

Colors, shapes, tribes

On a map or guessed

At over a hill

 

Loss of life or partial

Life must feel

 

The height of

Unselected cruelty

On a pillar of

Senselessness

 

If a citizen salute

Might count, then

Listen to one

 

Expressing in

Tribute to

Patriot sacrifice

And personal

Complexity in

Service

 

Thanks is not enough,

So memory is offered

 

And legacy of

Better nations

 

C L Couch

 

(quotation from the AHC channel)

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The Last Insult

The Last Insult

 

A homeless man is shot down

It happened in L.A.

It happens anywhere

 

I say man until women are

Shot down, too

 

Having lost

Family, work, wardrobe

One’s own place to stay

Or say

Reliance on water and food

The basics long gone

 

Finally, a move in desperation

Imprudent, maybe

Criminal

But what’s left

 

And the last thing—there

Was one thing—is lost

 

Spirit ascends, offers an

Amish hope

Confidence mitigated

By designed ignorance of

Providence

 

Without doubt, nothing more

To lose here

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Tornado Forms and Passes Through

Tornado Forms and Passes Through

A tornado touched down here;
That doesn’t happen often

In the Midwest, I used to drive
Underneath funnel clouds forming
Within a sky of green and yellow

Sometimes the tornado formed
Sometimes it didn’t finish

Here there was the locomotive
Sound, and all things went awry

Gravestones lay flat upon the
Ground—parts of houses and
Other buildings rolled over
Discarded stone and memory

Roofs of schoolhouses pushed
Deep inside—the Amish will
Give to municipal authority

A list of broken property to
Be fixed in community, alone

The Red Cross Is here, while
We number what is lost,
Remembering simultaneously

What is to be thanked; for
This was a fatal happening

Yet stolid folk are quick to
Say it could have been much
Worse, because it has—retellings

From the cobwebbed past given
Anew to current, digital media

Meantime the sun remembers
To return to us a blessing now

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