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Arlington Cemetery
Did he ever sleep--
on that couch with five children?
Ear to Dad's chest the catbird seat.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Until one day, his heart stopped.
We first learned of the Korean War
from a few posed pictures
of dad in uniform-- leaning on a jeep,
lipping a cigarette casually.
But it was nothing we spoke of.
At the end, he just flat froze,
skin cool as Murphy marble-
with immutable alabaster eyes.
Monuments bear witness
to countless abrupt endings, when
soldiers metamorphose from
breathing beings to stone.
on that couch with five children?
Ear to Dad's chest the catbird seat.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Until one day, his heart stopped.
We first learned of the Korean War
from a few posed pictures
of dad in uniform-- leaning on a jeep,
lipping a cigarette casually.
But it was nothing we spoke of.
At the end, he just flat froze,
skin cool as Murphy marble-
with immutable alabaster eyes.
Monuments bear witness
to countless abrupt endings, when
soldiers metamorphose from
breathing beings to stone.
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