behind enemy lines

My father child of war
went off to the jungle
came back a whore

He brought back his broken
body but behind enemy lines
he left his mind

And his soul too.  He must
have seen something in the
light we couldn’t see

Because he’d turn out the
lights and crunch ice in
the dark for hours

Until he left us

Behind enemy lines

1 Comment

  1. Mary Stebbins Taitt August 15, 2007 at 3:40 am

    Interesting that you wrote about your father, I did too. Sad and touching. Mary


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