War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

He's come home again

for Cpl. Darren James Fitzpatrick 3 PPCLI


Sweet sting the prairie spring he’s come home again,
moon dust Afghanistan washed from his face
their embrace falling over him like rain
like prairie rain pushing pushing blue flax,
tiny blades of grass, the fox feathering
newborn wheat. Return brown hawks, circle, ring,
conquer earth as he/they conquer earth
terror, despair, fatigue, the poison air
of KAF, ricochet, near miss, glanced bullet
shot hot, his awful step into the wire nest
of late Afghan winter—he tried so hard to hang on
to a new spring. Now comes the petalling,
now comes the scattering, season emptied
forever. Now comes the never shall be.



1 Comment (Closed)

Padre

Suzanne,

Thanks for this. In the midst of pain and heartbreak words of lament and the insinuation of resurrection are comforting. In the beginning was the Word… and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us… full of grace and truth. Thanks for the words you bring to life. In faith and hope, Padre.

Mar 24 2010 · 03:17

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