Nancy L. Meek

TOO MANY IN THE TRENCHES

Some say too many were lost over there,
in that senseless war that won’t go away,
torturing worn-torn veterans, so contraire
to their care-free existence before that day.

Some say too many won’t ever come home,
their bones unrecovered too long to be found,
their silent remains now part of the loam,
hallowing for eternity once enemy ground.

Some say too many are drafted back there,
to refight those battles they must never forget,
knowing too many lay embedded somewhere,
indelibly entrenched in the heart of the Vet.