Children Of Ghosts Poem by Bob Bowers
Children Of Ghosts
Submarines sank
before his eyes
Disappeared into
murky depths
He turned his gaze
upon the fields,
Sunflower and soy,
wheat in the wind
Saw there
the fractured, broken
skeleton of Hamlet
splayed out upon the ground.
Pieces of his father
came home
from Iraq,
pieces of flesh and bone
tied together
with tripwire
molded into plastic face,
hands akimber
feet askew
mind an improvised
explosive
device
He no longer knew.
Their lives had changed.
Somehow their eyes saw
Somehow their guts
spewed out into each other
Somehow the sun had set
And he had not noticed.
11/11/08
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5/3/2024 11:21:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very vivid description of the horrors of war. You successful captured not only what happens in war but the terrible consequences of those left behind. 'Ghost' is a best choice of words to use to help realize the undesirable, lingering feelings of the survivors.