Lou J. Klaiber

I BROUGHT THEM HOME… MY LOVE!

I saw something
of Angels in your eyes.
… your lips
… and I loved you so very happily.
… that I answered the Preacher… YES!

……… and again
… Yes!
I cried
hoping none would see the torn souls
of my dead brothers
that I placed in bags beneath a hot wind
… a war that I brought home
to you.

My brothers… gone
……… yet they watch our loving touch,
and nestle into the warm grass
beside us.
They touch you…
My love!
… and I become their flesh
gone!
… yet their desire reaching
… into the silence
of the eternal soul.