The Spoon
and a mobile howitzer (a mortar track)
had blown-up,
nothing remained, except the flattened
bottom;
and what was left of the crew, you could
have scooped up with a spoon:
and when I asked the priest, where their
souls had gone; those that heard, sucked a tooth
and called me a "goddam hippy,"
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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