Still working on a title (suggestions welcomed).
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Or having the ability to wash itself,
or tie a shoe?
For me, it is but temporary, a mere blip.
But what about those whose loss is more permanent?
Those who have lost an arm? A leg? More?
And the unseen wounds of war? The PTSD?
for those twenty and thirty year old kids?
The time away from family
in deployment after deployment
The experiences of the battlefield,
friends and foes alike lying in their own blood,
with their own losses.
“They volunteered,” the old white men say, the ones
too old to do battle themselves.
Complaints fall on deaf ears as the soldiers are sent
again and again
to Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, and beyond.
“Let’s send in ground troops,” the hawks say, the ones
who rake in the profits,
never considering the loss to
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