Paid

While he is gone our bank account

Slowly enlarges like a lost island

That emerges after the flood hit.

The flood of him leaving is gone

I have stopped thinking poor me

And now there is all this money

Like hostile fire pay and hazardous

Duty pay and imminent danger pay

This is the pay off we never wanted.

Later he will tell me about the bomb

Hitting the convoy in front of his jeep

And how he thought about the money

While he was pulled over ducking down

Shaking and laughing at it this money.

But for now I lay my beach towel down

For now I lay my body down

And sunbathe.

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One Response to Paid

  1. iamforchange says:

    The sacrifice and the pain you have endured shows in your words. Thank you for sharing them and your thoughts.

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