Strung out on Mountain Dew and pillsthe doctor gave him for his back,
a soldier home for several years
but in his eyes,
a pain that radiates and emanates from
things he's seen and done that's
deeper than the herniated discs.
Unhappy with his life,
realities that didn't fit the expectations
of "a few good men" ads
that he saw that time with her
back then.
What was that movie?
Where is she now?
What was her name again?
His thinking's muddled,
has been for some time, before
or after the explosion, he's not sure.
It hardly matters.
Morgan Automotive will repair
his car, a surgeon will (one hopes) repair
his back in June. I wish my smile
and conversation had come laced with pixie dust,
jacked up on magic or a miracle,
a Mountain Dew of energy, enhanced,
delaying the inevitable crash.
unless somewhere there may be found
repair for all the damages remaining
in a soldier's soul.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015
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