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