bereavement kit…

sitting
alone
her
eyes
darkened
lines of
too many memories
beneath them
chain smoking
as if such clouds
could bring her
closer to god
she
a one-time soldier
now draped
in a tattered flag
blood stained
the stench of death
lingering in every fiber
so
another drink
to kill war’s nighmares
another cigarette
to mask the stench
living
only
to wait
for
the next
drink
while wondering
who really
died
that
day

20 thoughts on “bereavement kit…

  1. “another drink
    to kill war’s nighmares
    another cigarette
    to mask the stench”

    A sad yet common situation some face when dealing with the affects of war. The last few lines:

    “while wondering
    who really
    died
    that
    day”

    Really struck me…deep…thought provoking words. I enjoyed reading this.

  2. I think after a while, it all becomes a blur.. 😦 The whys and hows and whos are just mere question marks floating in the air like particles of dust…
    You said it well, Charles… I loved the title… it is really powerful, and makes a perfect start to this emotional and thought provoking poem…

  3. “tattered flag”
    Once it was distress signal to fly the flag upside down.
    Others have claimed that once the ideals which a flag represents have been dishonered then it is appropriate to burn the flag in order to purify it. Such are the fruits of war.
    Peace, Charles. Shanti Om

  4. I loved these words “chain smoking as if such clouds could bring her closer to god”…

    Many a person dies through war – and not only those that are awakened by death.

    Another awesome write Charles. Thank you! xx

  5. I liked the lines:

    “her
    eyes
    darkened
    lines of
    too many memories
    beneath them”

    and

    while wondering
    who really
    died
    that
    day

  6. I like what Kavita said above (after a while… [t]he whys and hows and whos are just mere question marks floating in the air like particles of dust…. Especially when someone dies far too young (as in war, accidents, etc), a reaction such as your poem describes is common, so many questions, so much resistance to the fact of the other’s death… And it’s true, the question of who really died that day – so difficult to force life into one’s own being again after a loved one dies.

  7. excellent read,

    lines

    “chain smoking
    as if such clouds
    could bring her
    closer to god”

    and

    “another drink
    to kill war’s nighmares
    another cigarette
    to mask the stench
    living”

    shook me nicely

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