by Mark Lalonde
Commandos
Charlie two four seven bravo
Platoon, tribe, home from home
Commandos
Huddled together
Steam rising and falling off our bodies,
Silent.
Listening to the
Letters from home
Telling us of other
Lovers.
Telling us of an alien
World,
With music
Laughter, and rest.
Speak volumes when you are
in the cold, huddled together, silent.
Waiting on the day
You finish your sentence.
When the horse breaker
Takes you to the pen
And whips you,
You’ll remember
Letters from home.
Try not to let them
Hear you
cry.
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This first appeared in The Havok Journal on November 16, 2018.
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