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Dog Tags Somehow Remain
I didn’t take off my dog tags for a long time
How long? I don’t remember now – but long
It was as if they had always been there:
Name, service number, blood type, religion. Me
All the Navy wanted to know about me
If I were killed up some river somewhere
Some creature having then eaten my eyes
And then more of me, the tags would remain
A beaded chain, dog tags, a crucifix
Hard to let go then, hard to let go now
2 comments:
Pungent and poignant; may the Grace of God be shining particularly bright on your corner of the world.
Thanks.
Amen. And on you and yours.
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