FOXHOLE
During that war
I was deep in that
Foxhole in the attic
wallpapered
in propaganda
on the front line
hearing and feeling
every bomb and bullet
as if that war was mine.
Lying here in 2009
shooting my head out
during this pause of peace.
Thinking, what was all that for?
I’m lucky I didn’t grow
into a bitter man
I think there’s a little
shell-shock in my family .
Why am I still in this foxhole?
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