Lou J. Klaiber

THE FOGGY FIELDS OF TIME

Memory
digs a ditch
with tears like a river

overflowing
in the foggy fields of time.

We see them
laughing

standing

… and always
beside us.

Our Brothers in arms

one by one.

Young faces
standing watch at midnight
as we
lay restless against the night
… crying out!

The 2 AM dying
in a firefight
… gone
gone

……… gone.

Then it all goes away
and the wind blows my mind

somewhere in memory
lost

in the foggy fields

of time.