Blue skies, a stout wind. Cold.
A brand new day
That feels like a beginning.
Like another chance at things.
-- All this while standing at the window
With my young son’s whispery ghost,
Who smiles a little and fades away.
Leaving me there. Again.
Each new day can be a rebirth.
A fresh start. It’s a choice
We make. Or don’t make.
America has now been at war for so long that new soldiers are fitted for shrouds and caskets immediately upon enlistment.
America has now been at war for so long that all new soldiers are assigned their own individual Angel of Death to create an original funeral dirge, and to sing this from the moment the soldier is ripped to shreds by shrapnel until the moment the casket is lowered into the ground.
These things have been approved by Congress, Jesus, and grieving parents.
America has now been at war for so long that I find it difficult to even remember a time of peace, and perhaps there never was a time of peace at, just a pause to reload.
Great Silence which holds us all, help us to rest in you now. In the quiet, may our healing begin.