FULFILLMENT

Fulfillment
A reading by the poet.

THE INVADERS’ BONES
lie scattered abroad
(along with so many they caused to die)
on the way to Moscow, Saigon, Baghdad,
to the Khyber of old, and this day still.

“When you’re lying out there on the Afghan plain”
said the soldier-poet, and said it true,
was it for Action! Devotion? Gain?
the lure that brought you has earned its due.

Lord God of all Battles, You, Insatiable!
what You scheme for us all is our final pyre,
as we’re driven, like lambs, to Your slaughter-table.
How shall we disown You?
By our love of life.

From A Peck O' Poems for the 99%
by JK Burnham