by Mike McCulley
When the uniforms come home
clean them deep,
hot stain sets hard,
hot stink comes back
in the quiet dark.
When the uniforms come home
pin a medal,
sew a stripe,
set crease and arrange
for the mourner.
When the uniforms come home
this is the itchy fabric
that wraps our wound
clean them deep.
Retired from educating / rewired for recreating / pastime birding, / part time wording. // Mike McCulley posts his tweedledum / at wordanger dot blogspot dot com
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