Lou J. Klaiber

PERHAPS IT WAS A GIFT

When the Cats screamed

and the swamp was bathed in gold,

and I knew nothing
of the ways of war.

… all the death was in the future
and I thought of it
as home.

I was a fool in a T-shirt
with a cigarette burning into my soul.

It takes a lifetime to hold someone.

It takes forever to cry.