Memorial Day - For Whom?
battlefield death - no celebration. . .
he lives in a tent. . .
under the bridge!
eats from the garbage bin
behind the IHOP
drinks from the hidden bottle
swiped from the liquor store -
brought home, no coffin, no body bag
he dies another horrific death. . .
every day he awakens
a Bronze star still pinned to his chest
. . .
©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.
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rkcdlitt
I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.
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