lonley

Lonely

The broken swing at it swings on its
Rusty chain
At the park
Where no one visits
Anymore
The color
Faded from blue


To a chipped gray
The chains enveloped
In rust
One hinge completely gone

The three legged stray
Hobbles down the empty
Mountain path
With no one who cares
About him
Nothing to eat
Or no one
To love in return




The soldiers mangled bodies
Lay bloodied
And forgotten
In the valley
While the
Mothers, and brothers
Sisters and friends
Wait for a telegram
A phone call
Or even better the boy
Home and safe