AWOL

WP gone AWOL

from May Day Poetry Project

apologies

but this May has brought more witness

to sorrow's field,

the awful flowering

Sunday, beside a tarmac,

in a curtained room,

I held a grieving mother

I knew her boy, stood sentry with him.

she thanked me for remembering,

we stood on the tarmac

watched the plane bring his flagged coffin

home.

poets, (but you already know this so forgive me)

take your words,

scatter them wild,

seed this earth with redemption.