Soldier

You read Bobbie Troy's poem Dear Diane here in October. Today brings us more evocative poetry from this Virginia poet. Imagery serves to flesh out this poem, it also serves to register the continuity of man and war/community and isolation. This week we celebrate Veteran's Day, so think about someone you know who happens to wear a uniform. And think about what that someone shares with the long line of soldiers that came first.

Soldier
By Bobbie Troy

the sweet and sour smell of war
lingered on my hand after he held it

all the way from 1776
to Iraq in 2009
the smell was fermenting

until that old soldier left it
on all the hands he shook
in Roy and Jan's Bar
so he wouldn't have to die alone

 

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