“And Now We Stand”

by Misery 

He never speaks
Of long ago
When growing boys
Partook an oath;

A sell of souls
For nothing gained
A forfeiture
Never explained;

And now we stand
With wrinkled skins
Dusty medals
And secret sins;

Mere caretakers
Of bygone noise
Mere warning signs
To growing boys.

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“Misery” is the pen name of a former service member. He uses poetry to light the dark places that linger on the perimeter of our remembrances.

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