343 – Taps


Invisible to all
But his old dog.

A nuisance,
A bad sight,
An uncomfortable truth.

He slowly rolls
Along the sidewalk.

Children stare,
At the empty space
Beyond his knees.

Mothers utter
Whispered reprimands,
And pull away
Their curious eyes.

He still smiles.

He’s been thru hell,
But he’s still here.

Watching the river,
He slowly recites
Every name
He can remember.

Missing warriors,
Fallen brothers.
Every name a face,
Every face a story.

He did not die with them,
So now he’ll live for them.

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