Memorial Day 2013

The eagle’s gone old flabby fat,
way too heavy to sit on the stick
even if we hold on with both hands,
yet he’s as eager, as willing as ever
to climb up on an outstretched arm
as a prop for our next commercial
to recruit who’s still ready to serve.

Traffic’s picking up back at home
with near forty knocking on our door
every single day, not a one of those
with an offer of gainful employment
unless it’s to another tour of duty,
no, these visitors are here to check
to make sure the place is secure
as we gave lives to make it to be,
doing their jobs like we did ours.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀We’re out of milk.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The cereal’s dry.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀All we can do is work up
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the nerve to try.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So we try.

A simple thanks to my comrades
who risked lives that would matter
to not leave me behind on the road
where we were hit from all sides
even by those we were there to help.
The freedom you fought for stays real
in the grip of my baby’s wee hand.



dean with maggie


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