"What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want."

-Jazz, Toni Morrison


FROM MY FAMILY TO YOURS

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
looking slightly
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
Just scared,”
he said.
“The three kids
in the back seat
killed too.
The smallest
with big eyes just
staring at nothing.”

After telling me this,
he said,
“Maybe I'll be their retribution.”


In his later years Gary Beaumier has become something of a beachcomber and has self diagnosed with “compulsive walking disorder.” On a number of occasions he has cobbled together wooden sailboats. He is a finalist and semi finalist for the Luminaire Award for several of his poems. He has had three poems published in Flumes Winter 2017 and one poem published in Third Wednesday. He taught poetry in a women's prison.

Cover photo by Benjamin Faust on Unsplash

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