Favorite song
some days
this song
is an
ace up
my sleeve
when the
war is
a loaded
gun in
my boot
and my
children’s
love is
the nail
I use
to hang
myself
up on
the cross
of another
day.
Compassion fatigue #4
see
enough
Marines
die
and
eventually
all
you
remember
is
how
hard
it
was
to
get
those
bodies
into
those
plastic
bags.
Winter in Helmand
The first
night I
saw a
group of
village elders
asleep on
the ground
no blankets
or pillows
just paper
thin robes
on a night
the wind
cut so
cold it
hurt I
think I
knew
we were
never going
to win
this war
Matthew Borczon is a poet from Erie, Pa he has written seven books of poetry so far. His new book Code 3 the prison blues is now available from Alien Buddha press. When he is not writing he is a nurse for developmentally disabled adults.
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