When the fish will jump into the net
Gladly
Then I will as well.
When the grain will gather and compose itself to be ground
Gladly
Then I will as well.
When the rich will give up their wealth
Gladly
Then I will as well.
When the glaciers stop calving and breaking silence
With thunderous roars like fathers and mothers
Who have lost their sons and daughters to war
Squelch the deafening cry in their throats
Gladly
Then I will as well.
When the warriors come home happy
And we take them in the envelope of our arms
And they wish to be taken in by the same arms
That sent them to war
Gladly
Then I will come home happy as well.
Jeff Burt lives in Santa Cruz County, California and works in manufacturing. He has work in Barnwood, Rhino, Verse Wisconsin, The Write Room and Red River Review. He likes the aroma of freshly sharpened #2 pencils.
