he's someone’s grandson
his body bag just like the others
viewed from the outside
inside with him
are stories, waiting to be told
over, over again by the mothers,
the mothers' mothers
who imagine they keep him
from the ground with their telling:
bassinets, bicycles, back seats with girls
finally bayonets with the boys
some of them
his buddies, beside him now
with their stories, waiting
to be told
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
he's someone’s grandson
his body bag just like the others
viewed from the outside
inside with him
are stories, waiting to be told
over, over again by the mothers,
the mothers' mothers
who imagine they keep him
from the ground with their telling:
bassinets, bicycles, back seats with girls
finally bayonets with the boys
some of them
his buddies, beside him now
with their stories, waiting
to be told
war death bodybag generations
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