another war ending
more
guilty feelings for not
being
able to pick up a gun
grenade
or flamethrower
or
salvaging, saving
a
photograph, a last letter home
some part
of speech was lost
in this
war
less
protest than that one
where we may
have put a daisy
in a gun
barrel
and said
“ make love, not war”
or as
easily, cursed the soldier
surely
the feelings are different now
my
reluctance hardly balances
your
willingness
my
comfort weighs lightly
on your
sacrifice
my desire
for self-preservation
is too
thin a veil to obscure your courage
my
inability to know what I might die for
can not
diminish your steadfast belief
that you
were doing the right thing
yet, at
the end, I am here alive
while you
are a number
on
another list of those lost to war
another
name on a stone or steel memorial
who can
say thank you, now
and have
it mean anything
to your
family, to anyone
conscripted or enlisted or not
does it
matter whether this war
was any
more necessary than that war
will it
matter
if your
death or my life was in vain
Barry
DeCarli
Ferrisburgh,
VT
December,
16-18, 2011
November
11, 2014
Copyright
2014 Barry DeCarli
"... my desire for self-preservation
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Beautiful lines.
Once again, thank you, Gwynn.
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