Lou J. Klaiber

DEATH OF A SOLDIER

Night time
and silence.

A telephone ringing.

Driving
across Georgia…
and moments alone.

Eyes of a Brother… dying…
a Brother!

… a Black child dying of so long
ago!

Not Alone… Bro
Not… alone.

Highway is raining
tears
… and not alone.

I
am the one who is lost.

Rain drivin’ and comin’ home…!

I see the rain
upon my windshield
as tears
in my eyes.

Rain for my Brothers.

I shall always drive home
… alone.