A Short Love Poem

Mechanical machines our bodies Are, limbs that make set moves, A collaboration of sorts A mind that swiftly moves from one to another, Only the nagging holding you in anxiety Or gaiety, or just in plain reverie. And a heart that saves you, time and again, From what is mechanized and well-oiled, A chamber that…

War Veterans

You think of the war veterans, Especially the POWs who spent years In Hanoi Hilton. You see glimpses of pain in their open eyes,  Hard exteriors that will never move An inch, holding the fort, the rampart Bullet proof, while their barrel chests Grow outward in their autumns and winters. Here, there is no more…