This poem was written in a Veterans Creative Arts Program class for veterans.
The call came
Marching to the open C-130
Left, right, left, right…halt.
The hearses coming
Flag-draped coffins
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Quiet, standing at attention,
Hand salute.
Over and over, will it ever end?
Someone’s father,
Someone’s mother,
Someone’s brother,
Someone’s sister.
Silence, all except the tears falling.
