MY SOLDIER’S REST
Harsh white markers tell stories with their essentials.
Ranks of soldiers from yesterday lie in parade order.
The only rhyme to this reason is their departure.
Some display their partner in life on the flipside
like a dedicated comrade who followed
them to their next hitch. Both together again.
Name, rank and tour of duty; not much else to tell.
Some reveal a cross; some have a Star of David
etched and small stones left like calling cards atop.
Both let visitors know they were called Home.
Intrigue gives way to reality.
Nothing to say except everything left unsaid.
Nothing to feel except the emptiness left in our lives.
Nothing else to do except to be there tomorrow.