Life During Peacetime




I was young still in school

they brought us to the gym

locked us in children laughing

skipping class when they stormed

we heard the sirens

and the roar of the street alive

amidst breaking glass exploding cars

we played

huddled unafraid

as our older borthers and sisters

raged their anger

we were children we did not understand

* * *

Our principal lost a son in 'nam

we held a moment of silence

the class falling to a whisper and I knew

it had something to do with the fighting

he then blew his brains out

in the garage the day

of the funeral leaving

a grieving widow to grieve

her only son she died too

soon taking her own life


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