Sunday, August 14, 2005

Another Stolen Sister Poem

For lack of anything better, here's another war poem from my sister's collection. August really is the slowest news month of the year.

Advice to Friends Who Don't Know What to Say
Don't speak of the future
as long as there's a bullet
in the chamber,
the safety off,
and a black cloud of desert sand
swirling through my dreams.
Don't speak of the past
as if we're rehearsing
a eulogy in rough draft,
waiting for a knock at my door
complete with flag draped box
and medals in a frame.
Don't argue the present,
debate the issues
as if you're helping me
make sense of the fact
that my kid wears a flak jacket,
and I pray daily
that someone else's son
dies instead.

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