Letter composed during a Lull in the Fighting

I tell her I love her like not killing
or ten minutes of sleep
beneath the low rooftop wall

on which my rifle rests.

I tell her in a letter that will stink,
when she opens it,
of bolt oil and burned powder

and the things it says.

I tell her how Pvt. Bartle says, offhand,
that war is just us
making little pieces of metal

pass through each other.

Kevin Powers

Quelle: Poetry Foundation

Weitere: Hayden’s Ferry Review und Diode

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