1969 ~ Samantha Rose

MORALITY PARK

The wheels on the wagon don’t work like they used to,

they’ve stopped turning around the axel.

Rust has collected between the hinges

of about the same shade his hair used to be

long ago

when the war began

and bombs fell from grey skies

as dust settled amongst the cries of the wounded.

Newspapers sang of the death toll

as she waited to see his name

buried among the obituaries

or for the day

she would stop receiving tattered letters

scrawled in cheap ink in his damaged handwriting.

They’re saying the war was unjustified,

she felt so too.

And she waited for him to come home,

and he did

one day, long ago

when all hope dissipated

from her azure eyes.

And she waits for him again now

at the side of the hospital bed

but the wheels on the wagon don’t work like they used to.

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