Elegy for my Brothers in Arms
Once asked for Happy Meals, an extra story,
or, fans of Silverstein and Seuss, a poem.
Once begged for candy and cookies in aisles of stores
where, finding free samples, lined up to take one.
Once pleaded for a Nintendo for Christmas or
Birthday ‘cause all the other kids had them.
Once denounced the value of broccoli and chores, a
ten minute discourse turned dinner to sermon.
Now lie in a line on the tarmac’s hot surface
where airmen stride, eyes down with bleak purpose.
Now lie on-line in a pine sided box that,
rough-hewn, seems blurred, unfocused, foreshortened, and matte.
Now recline in a perfect robotic pose
training complete, mouths stilled, and stronger their foes.
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I got that in class too. You’re talking about The things I write, right? It’s funny, because I haven’t read Howl yet, but I was reading Whitman right before I wrote it, and Aubade as well. The assignment was to respond to or impersonate an assigned poet. These templates don’t allow the long lines I wrote these in, and I didn’t bother relineating them for the small space, so they don’t really flow correctly…Anyways, thanks for coming by, and I’ll check that site out.hsmmssmm???
The fact that it doesn’t flow makes it a worthwhile piece to read.
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