I read about the infernal realm
Soldiers walking through charred masses
Eternal laws broken, strong.
God, what are we here?
Remembering that empty pillow, cold
Fruitless trees since it started.
Summer’s hotter, brown and cold
Sleep’s shallow shadowry marsh
My eyes are heavy stones.
Fear wrapped cruel hands
Around my throat, pressed hard
Six soldiers killed today.
Hunting names like a robin searching
Walking my wet soaked yard
Hopping I was wrong.
Weeds of worry grow up around me
Sharp thorns stabbing my heart
He heard committment’s call.
Jimmy asks again, Where’s daddy?
At five, he doesn’t know why.
Fight a war for oil they say.
I can’t answer why,
I smile and hug his chocolate face
Send him off to play.