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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Fighting to Death


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

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeOctober 1, 2009 at 12:33 AM

    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

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