Crawford Ranch Epitaph
are you afraid of
mothers of
dead soldiers
hearts should
be locked
away in secret
while men
play their war games
does the fear
of your
own penis
without a
sheath or
dose of salt peter
make you flip
old testament pages
is it easy for
you to drive
past women in tears
women with
years of empty
days alone
no son to bring
a grandchild home
remember as you
go on with
your life
conveniently
ignoring mothers
without sons
your army is one
of sons with mothers
Randolph Nesbitt
Posted over on Poets Against The War
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