FROM MY FAMILY TO YOURS
After my brother was killed in Iraq,
he often loomed in my thoughts
and once I even saw him on my drive home.
standing in a distant field
out of place
Sometimes at 3 a.m. -- when I am a casualty
Of broken sleep -- I wrap myself
In his fatigue jacket, light a joint,
And stare into the emptiness of the night.
Over beers while on leave,
he told me he was ordered to fire
on a car that crashed through a checkpoint.
“I think they were
“The three kids
in the back seat
with big eyes just
staring at nothing.”
After telling me this,
“Maybe I'll be their retribution.”