Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Fighting to Death


To fight to the death over every little thing is no way to live.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

War

My father returned from the war
A changed man. He was hungry
All the time. Recruited

For the Scouts Church Picnic,
He recreated military chili
That he’s made when

Aboard the cruiser heading
Toward Okinawa. Fortunately
Japan surrendered before

He had to fight. What
Really happened to him
He never spoke about

Except to buddies
Around a poker table
In the living room.

Smoking and drinking
Until he lost his temper
And started smashing

Everything. He had a violent
Streak and was totally
Unpredictable. Some days

After work, he’d be warm
And generous; other days
He’s beat the crap out of

Any of us for no reason.
That’s what war taught him,
I guess, how unexpected

Cruelty can be, how little
Can protect you, how much better
It is to be hated than loved.

[Disposable Poem September 30, 2009]
Dr. Mike