In My Head

by Chuck A Stetson

You are there:
young, old, terrifying
a kaleidoscope of faces

I hate you
you know this
I love you — are you surprised?

How long has it been — our battle?
This eight year old is now sixty
you’re long gone: dead

buried beneath yellowed grass
molted wreaths prickling the sky —
a veteran’s placard: Army veteran World War II

What of our war?
there is no ceasefire
peace talks ended
when God called you home —

or did he?

 © chuck a stetson 2015