If this poem had wires
coming out of it,
you would not read it.
This week I've been reading Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting by Iraq veteran Kevin Powers.
Here's an excerpt of "Separation":
by Kevin Powers
I want the boys at the end of the bar
to know, these Young Republicans
in pink popped collar shirts, to know
that laughter drives me mad
and if one must be old
before one dies, then we were
old. Nineteen or twenty-three
and we were old and now...
read the rest here.
A previous post on soldier-poets.
Karen Edmisten is hosting the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Karen!
Addendum: I was reminded of a wee post from January, where I talked about not knowing what was going on with someone just from looking at them. If we could operate from a place of compassion, prioritizing one another's health (including mental), that could change the world.