When another soldier dies
I always think about their kids,
their mothers, fathers, husbands, wives .
When another soldier dies
what arc of pain from that demise –
so many lives that hit the skids
when another soldier dies.
I always think about their kids.
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Stunning. Oh, wow. Beautiful in its brevity. Like a whispered exclamation point.
Hi Julie – thanks for reading and commenting. I like the form and am glad you enjoyed it.