Mark I. Kirkmeyer

A FATHER: MISSING IN ACTION

Five helicopters on a jungle airstrip land
The soldiers jump out and head for tents
Were mail is waiting to place in hand
A letter from an attorney he finds
Filing divorce living without him she can’t stand
He was missing in action

Five mud-covered soldiers run across beach sand
An inflatable raft carries them to a waiting ship
Were mail is waiting to place in hand
A message from the Red Cross
A daughter was born that he had hoped and planned
He was missing in action

Soldiers return to a marching band
They had not gone over seas
A riot was their mission to disband
It was his childhood home
His home and safety had been canned
He was missing in action

A middle-aged man sits by a tree
An M-16 lies across his legs
He has given up on society
Become more like an animal
Lost his hold on humanity
He was missing in action

A young bride walks down the aisle
Alone, no father to give her away
Her dress beautiful with her own style
She does not know were he is
Even though he is within a mile
He was missing in action

It is his final plea
A 9mm to his chin
His last chance to be free
from his life of sin
He had been a soldier you see
He is missing in action

Submitted for the May 2002 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Missing in Action