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

obituary …

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don quixote
a retired country gentleman
a soldier for truth and justice
died this year
while fighting windmill-dreams
he was assigned to a company
of dreamers
believing that mankind could be saved
but somewhere along the line
lost his shield of faith
and so was easily forced into his grave
by insurgent corporate prostitutes
governmental goat herders
and one-way thinking priests
long before the battle had ended
his heart gave way
and could not heal
from the debt of hopes unfulfilled
and scorn of his past lovers
who promised undying love
but merely gave lethal support
quickly reaching for his purse
upon his death
finding only a daydreamer’s lint
in his ragged pockets
and so they cursed his name
as if he were the villain
not them
but that is the course of life
and history
good is met with evil
and evil
notifies the next of kin