Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting

Posted on 08/04/2013 by


I tell her I love her like not killing
or ten minutes sleep
beneath the low rooftop wall
on which my rifle rests.

I tell her in a letter that will stink,
when she opens it,
of bolt oil and burned powder
and the things it says.

I tell her how Pvt. Bartle says, offhand,
that war is just us
making little pieces of metal
pass through each other.

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