Wednesday, April 09, 2008

THE UNIFORMS

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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