What We Learned in Iraq
by Bert Clere

A boy and a soldier kick a ball back and forth
The desert is lifeless save the life in their motion
The ball is their shared language
Their laughter pierces sinfully through the dry air
The world has never and will never blot out such things
Though tomorrow the bombs and the bullets will scream again
Though tomorrow another helping of hatred and fear
Will seep out from wet lips
There remains this one Sabbath evening
Where the only allegiance that matters
Is to the soul who stares back at you

Copyright © 2012 - Bert Clere
Published: 10/25/12   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem