Poetry

January 25, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Lorie Shaull photo

 

By

Ben White

 

 

 

Memorialized

 

 

He was soft –

You can imagine –

Pampered, protected

With a high draft number

Unselected; unsuitable

For survival in the jungle,

And wrapped in wealth

While his health

Was summed up in bone spurs

Deferred five times –

 

Now, he wants a wall

He can call his own –

Put a presidential seal on it;

 

Own it with his name

Brand, legacy, and ego

Engraved forever

Along the border,

 

But it’s too late,

 

If he really wanted

To have his name on a wall –

 

A wall more important to the nation –

 

He should have limped

To Vietnam.

 

 

 

 

 

Ben White

Author of the books, Buddha Bastinado Blues and The Kill Gene, Ben White thought he was a poet, only to find out he is not a poet at all. He is a witness. What he writes is testimony.

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