when i crawl back through the door
bloodied from playground war
my body requires a lap
upon which to climb
wishing to watch the explosions
of a peckinpah reel world
from behind your beard
because some part of me
will always be a
sad eyed little girl
wearing a steel pot helmet
keenly aware
daddy is never coming home
One reply on “for those who volunteer during wartime”
Heart-wrenchingly honest. You did it again – reached right inside deeply…