March 2007
The Fogs
of War and Peace
a
poem
by Gerald E. Monaghan, Jr.
Copyright © 2007 Gerald E. Monaghan. All rights reserved.
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Jerry Monaghan grew up in a family of twelve, which has given him plenty material for his poems. The early influence of James Dickey and Richard Wilbur stimulated him to see poetry in a new way. He has been an active participant in the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry programs. He has used several references from the Dodge in his teaching. He is a member of the New Jersey Poetry Society. He relies on the poet /mystic Gibran to inspire his poems |
The two guys just started to bullshit.
Some might in other times,
Calling it chewing the fat.
After the first dollar beer all things were considered.
The one served as one of,
Brokow’s greatest generation.
While the boomer faced the draft
Back in his day courageously objected Vietnam.
During the second round as a stage cue,
A soldier in desert fatigues marched into the bar.
The passage to the heart of the matter starts.
The convergence into the dense fog begins.
The guys started burning off the fog.
The Fog of War met the Fog of Peace.
After the burn off see life illuminated.
Now fear the bar candle into a memorial flame.
The vet knew the just war.
Now entering an objector camp.
The boomer always a Vietnam skeptic.
He grapples with Defending Freedom – but how?
Dan and George started burning the fogs of war and peace.
As they looked at the guy in the guard.
The B S ing lead to contemplation.
Can a Theatre of War be also of the Absurd?
The kid in the guard didn’t know.
He was a walk on actor in their play.
Dan and George commiserate.
Both could be an invisible dad and granddad for the kid.
Dan and George after enough rounds,
Burnt off both fogs.
The scene crystal clear as a 9/11 sky.
The kid caught their compassionate gaze.
Both backed up the kid the shot glass placed.
Both saluted the kid, then shook hands.
Both enter a nightmare as Taps play in a desert bivouac.Both men affirm the kid’s
life precious.
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