Our Home In Wartime (JG)
My wife takes the bodies out. She’s been asking me To do it all day, But my arthritis Is a killer. She puts them on a dolly And wheels them to the stream Behind the house. It’s a safe distance, Halfway between our trench And our neighbor’s. The smells not so bad And we can barely hear The crows cawing and cawing As they rip the flesh From the bones. Most of the dead are strangers. They came here looking for war And they found it. I wish they would have Just stayed home.