Spring 2018 | Volume 8
by Maryrose Carroll
The green-tailed black-winged dragon flies
Out of the sky 18,000
Descending parachutists
Smooth the path
Where we will walk.
On Normandy beaches
Against mines, machine guns
Troops advance the possibilities of peace
Through suffering
Worlds of peace rained down.
Hearts rise in hope as
A beachhead’s gained at Omaha.
While fathers were lost, we were born.
Babies born to a hope of peace
Never knowing these own soldier’s faces,
He not seeing theirs.
Babies born.
The green-tailed black-winged dragon flies