After the Big War,
his uncles came home
(some of them)
different men but
bearing souvenirs
of devastation.
One was a rifle,
a Karabiner-98,
with stains of death
on its wooden stock.
His uncle wouldn't say
just how he got it.
When his uncle died,
the weapon came to him.
It spoke to him
of glory and bravery.
He was proud to hold
that dead German's gun.
Not many years later,
he returned, shattered,
from his own war.
His only souvenirs
burned in his head.
One *** shrouded night
he tossed the rifle into
the Susquehanna River.
Never again did he
own another weapon.
Comes a time for the
circle to be broken.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
After the Big War,
his uncles came home
(some of them)
different men but
bearing souvenirs
of devastation.
One was a rifle,
a Karabiner-98,
with stains of death
on its wooden stock.
His uncle wouldn't say
just how he got it.
When his uncle died,
the weapon came to him.
It spoke to him
of glory and bravery.
He was proud to hold
that dead German's gun.
Not many years later,
he returned, shattered,
from his own war.
His only souvenirs
burned in his head.
One *** shrouded night
he tossed the rifle into
the Susquehanna River.
Never again did he
own another weapon.
Comes a time for the
circle to be broken.
