11 / 11 / 11

OVER THERE

No war here,
no blood here,
but tears shed yesterday,
spilled for warriors,
over there.

I remember a song
that they marched to,
up the steps, just cargo,
to sail the waves
to go to war.

Not here,
but there,
no blood in the street here,

bread instead
sliced to order.
Where is the war,
is it here?
It's over there.

The body in torn shreds,
under the lid,
arrives here, home,
no open coffin.

Whose boy is this,
maybe mine,
maybe not.
Bones look like
the last war,

not here,
over there.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #31

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FROM MY WINDOW

Easy to kill, easy to die,
not just on September 11th.

Drift back through time,

heads atop posts,
heads in baskets,
even kings and queens
danced in their own blood.

Time shields the eyes
from all that crimson,
seducing us to forget our misdeeds.
All war proves to be
an afterbirth of a stillborn,
with nothing forthcoming.

The Towers roar,
we all descend together.

Paper falls slowly,
carrying a message:
Doomsday,
while the nation plummets
into grief.


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Thanks to Willow for stirring up a hornet's nest for me....Another inspiration from Magpie Tales.


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Frank's Secret..

Frank Buckles, born in Bethany, Missouri on Feb. 1, 1901, shown here at the age of 16 in 1917, when he joined the army.
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FRANK BUCKLES, AT THE AGE OF 108 years old, is the last surviving veteran of
World War I.

When asked the secret to a long life, he replied,

" When you start to die, don't. "