War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

first december without

Dec 17, 2008

somewhere beneath the snowy field,
wildflowers of august lie,

fox stalks the wheat horizons,
F18s split the wedded sky;

somewhere beneath the snowy field,
ice bayonets the summer furrows

and all that’s left are brothers’ steps,
the lacquered funeral road,

the rains of august, the dust of kiss,
Afghanistan branded on his children’s lips;

somewhere beneath this snowy field,
wildflowers fold to winter’s sorrow.

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