The Trench Coat
It will arrive as no surprise
this postcard from 1939,
dug from my time capsule.
Every one of us has this war
seamed inside-- to survive.
Yes, I was digging with the bros
in arms, deep, a quick graveyard,
for "others" 'cross the borderline.
Before I was gone, remember me?
I said, "Sugar," everything'll be fine,
and over, for the rest of our lives.
It felt fat, on the tongue; wrong.
but you kissed me off, anyhow,
fixing my collar up with a little pride
rolling from the corner of your eye.
You waved on the ship, and I, I,
thought I'd dive, right there, out
on the spot... stop the dig then,
but, I put a cold clammy hand in
into the long breast pocket, and
found this blank, with a stamp,
and your note, in pencil scratch,
... wherever you are, w rite me,
from the trenches... my heart.
10.27.2023
FFF#3: The Trench Coat Challenge @ChrisSadhill