Memorial Day
War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
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Very effective. Fav.
Great opening line. And the statue of war. Strong stuff.
Really like this one. To the point and thought provoking. I love when really short pieces make your mind draw pictures.
Nice work. *
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Excellent. *
Great, Raymond. Very evocative.
Thanks for the comments and faves, everyone.
...wheel him past his friends the dead... shivers. Potent stuff. Peace*
Good writing.
Thanks.