The Debris of War, a poem by Tom Eggebeen

The “debris” of war …

like some abandoned airfield,

there the parts lay, leftovers,

and no one knows what to do with them.

Get out the bunting, wave a few flags,

blow the trumpets,

let the brass parade around

with heavy metal chests,

war ribbons bedecked ….

America the Brave,

hats off to the brave soldiers,

and what about those women and men

in those huge buildings

on the other side of town?

Well, let’s hurry on, shall we?

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