ignorant as a peasant of
war-torn politics,
walk to the enlistment office
paved with placid cow dreams
of college and
an idealized wife.
three imagined children with
his clear eyes and her pert nose
the fluttering badge
discarded for cleaner wrappings,
hidden wounds salt vicious
when he's asked
if his uniform gets him pussy
bags packed
under his eyes, shadowed
remembrances of sleepless nightmares,
waking horrors
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"placid cow dreams" i LOVE that turn of phrase. this is hauntingly beautiful. and the image of bags packed under his eyes creates such a vivid visual exploration of this guy. best luck in the contest.
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