he bought a pair of crisp new jeans
and shaved his face clean
just for the occasion
of going home
where horses still flickered in the fields
where the long road stretched above and beyond
the pounded dirt driveway
not so far from those trails of Vietnam
maybe he was trying to tell us
that we can escape blood rain and explosions
because she still had all her clothes on
but it's easier to believe
he wanted nothing of the kind
since genocide
is still genocide
and nobody can hide
2 comments:
i really really liked it, especially the first two stanzas. the thing about horses flickering in the field is awwwwwesome.
hey, now you're writing about war too.
p.s. you caused me to write yet another poem about war. gj.
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