Poet: John Grey

Posted: July 15, 2016 in Poetry
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SAMANTHA MARRIED TO A SOLDIER

 

That’s what comes of marrying a soldier.

He’s there and you’re here.

It’s hot as Hades in his desert.

The weather’s just fine

in your temperate zone.

He gets shot at.

Your phone rings.

He scours the countryside

for home-made bombs.

You pick up the receiver.

Any moment could be his last.

You talk to your friend Anita for an hour or two

about how lonely it gets.

He sleeps in a makeshift barracks.

You drift off in your soft and cozy double bed.

He makes it through another day.

Maybe you make it through October.

 

 

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