Leaving Afghanistan

I am the gate keeper.

Two flags gone
Marking bodies where they fell,


Two flags fleeing loose rounds,


Bring your palm, I can read it now,
Unhinged as I am,

The last are,
Making their way home.

-evocative short poetry-

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He was drunk on the wheelchair,
oily, black skin,
black, greasy hair,
greasy, black overalls,

Dead drunk on the side of the road,
Wheelchair crooked up against the curb,

Head hanging off the back,
Eyes wide-open and rolled right up,

Cars swerving passed carelessly,

Was drunk,
like any other drunk on the side of the road.

Picture: Andrew Kinard, US Marine

See also: The Unknown Soldier Project, David Jay

-evocative short poetry-

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