Huts for Vets
Like the lines of white crosses
In Arlington,
And so many other places,
My tears fall for my dead
Onto a pine floor in a cabin
10,000 feet above the sea,
And their desert graves.
A Collection of Poems By Tim Whalen, Part 1
Huts for Vets
Like the lines of white crosses
Just above the Normandy sands,
And so many places else.
My belated tears fall in a line for my dead
Onto the rough floor of a pine cabin
11,000 feet above the sea,
And their desert graves.
Tim Whalen, 4/19/2019