How
does one surprise God?
How
does one surprise God?
I
have heard the door or gate is not locked, always open
This
poem may be hard to hear…
as
it is to write or read, but we need to know
Our
vets are surprising God these days
by
alarming numbers…
Every
day I think of a vet I knew,
he
told me about the river boat he was on,
the
murky river water, many small boats alongside…
action
all around
He
was a sailor on a ship
What
the hell was he doing on a River Boat, he often asked, even now
Can’t
remember the name of the river,
but
it was Nam…
That
is all one has to say
How
does one surprise God?
I
have heard the door or gate is not locked, it is always open
The
Trauma of death, destruction, shooting at people
who
often do not shoot back but run…in the wrong place you say
why
are we there anyways?
not
our name you shout, well it is…
How
does one surprise God?
I
have heard the door or gate is not locked, always open
You
come home, home from war…
you
are different now
No
one seems to know that,
“but
glad your back bro”…they say
That
seems to be how it goes my vet friends tell me,
Yes,
you are home
but
then there is the addiction, not of killing but of forgetting
Some
will ask, again and again, the images are always there,
We
ask ourselves, why do I drink so much,
those
pills sure help
Anger,
who me, you just piss me off, no wait
Ya,
I am angry but why?
Help
me, no I won’t tell you,
Boom!
what the hell is that? Fireworks…
A
Scream! Shit watch out, a grandchild crying…
On
edge, trying to let it go…
How
does one surprise God?
I
have heard the door or gate is not locked, always open, we know…
Then
a day comes for some,
No
hope, unhappy, lonely, sometimes angry,
an emptiness,
even though one is loved
the
time comes to report…
Full
uniform
Out
in the woods, away from it all
There
is that sense of being at attention, for the last time…
I
can surprise God, sorry, got to go, the pain, the memories, are too much…
Oh
my God!
By
Ko shin, in memory of a Vet I knew
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