a poem

Here is a poem for before we publish the names of two more fallen service people:

For Fathers

Some day you
must steal yourself
seek a lower center
of gravity
and gird yourself
good
Tell your child of
the great sin of
the world that
a person is capable of
anything
and of all the terrible
blacknesses

his eyes of light will
smite you
quietly call you a
liar deconstruct
your idea and lease
your life back
to you
smiling all the
while you cry