(In the southern United States, As If Clarification Is Needed)
More war poems,
More war novels and short stories,
Not many war songs.
Today, not wars decades back.
Caution from some,
Start fighting from others.
2014 rolls to 2015, and those with cautionary words say,
“Never, never, is an outsider able to stop a five-party or more fight.”
Now, just around the corner,
With summer stronger than autumn,
Though the calendar claims the latter,
A father rakes what passes for early leaves.
He has tears in his eyes,
Sweat on his worn face.
“I just want him home, my son,
A year to go.
He’d didn’t enlist for that stuff ‘over there.’
It’s not our fight.”
The TV, Internet, radio, print war analyses daily.
He turns, and slowly rakes,
Knowing that year will be long, stretched, a wait ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late October 2014