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LOVE AND DEATH
do you wonder
how you came to own
these frail
and weathered bones,
this gnarled and knotted heart
and all i was born to be
and bear?
my meager truths
aren't worth speaking,
these chronicles of a war with time
i was born to lose
though a gallant soldier
broken good as any now,
gray and sick and worried
about who will carry you
and who will make your peace
when i'm boxed and buried
and all my little gifts
are gone as me
how you came to own
these frail
and weathered bones,
this gnarled and knotted heart
and all i was born to be
and bear?
my meager truths
aren't worth speaking,
these chronicles of a war with time
i was born to lose
though a gallant soldier
broken good as any now,
gray and sick and worried
about who will carry you
and who will make your peace
when i'm boxed and buried
and all my little gifts
are gone as me
Published 2nd Aug 2020
| Edited 3rd Aug 2020
Author's Note
This poem is about the battle with time that we all eventually lose, so I titled it Soldier. We're all gallant soldiers in respect to our battle with time and age and illness. But...folks interpreted it as a tribute to veterans. I do respect our veterans -- am a very lucky and grateful veteran myself -- but this poem is not about that. So I changed the title.
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2nd Aug 2020 6:15pm
Veterans everywhere, including myself, thank you for your kind words. I thank you on behalf of my friends that no longer have a voice.😘💕🙏
3rd Aug 2020 1:05pm
3rd Aug 2020 1:02am
i was on a team called Rescue & Recovery but my team only recovered death and fragments of bodies and limbs & THIS WAS DURING SUPPOSEDLY PEACE TIME THROUGHOUT THE WORLD - when i served.
My BEST Friend was shot and killed (during this so called fucking peacetime) and i flew to Georgia to attend the memorial. Me and His Mom cried together afterwards for what felt like hours, though i know it was only minutes. i cry every time i share this memory.
Someone remembers.........
even if we, the Veteran often forgets who might remember.
My BEST Friend was shot and killed (during this so called fucking peacetime) and i flew to Georgia to attend the memorial. Me and His Mom cried together afterwards for what felt like hours, though i know it was only minutes. i cry every time i share this memory.
Someone remembers.........
even if we, the Veteran often forgets who might remember.
3rd Aug 2020 1:10pm
There is no peace even in "peace time."
Our fearless leaders can always come up with a reason for war.
It's where the money is.
Thank you for your service.
Our fearless leaders can always come up with a reason for war.
It's where the money is.
Thank you for your service.
