Daddy Issues: Duty

by L.W. Seeley, Jr.

Duty

In Nineteen Sixty-one

I sold myself in bondage

and marched in khaki pants

for everybody’s sake.

I went where I was sent,

the old Germanic battleground,

to count the bricks,

report each strand of wire,

observe the towers rising,

watch Berlin, amoeba-like, divide.

gaunt faces staring through tight knuckles

empty eyes

slack mouths

pictures in a history book

By the blasted, broken bunker

we marched in January snow

shouldering an empty rifle

around the deadline motor pool.

You were very proud.

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