leaning
in the shade
against
an outdoor
umbrella stand
his teeth digging sweet meat
from deviled crabs
the brim of his campaign hat
cocked
unmilitarily
above the brow of his left eye
blond hair blowing
breeze off the bay
summer nineteen seventeen
anonymous soldier
caught between the cracks
of a yellowed photograph
unaware of the camera
lost in deviled crab
just a skinny boy without a name
quietly celebrating
his final leave perhaps
before sailing over there with other boys
not unlike himself to an alien front
barbed wire fields
deafening shells
blinding fears
poisoned trenches
specter movements
silent screams
bits and pieces of burning flesh
death glorified by the numbers
the great war to banish
war
© Gene Williamson
-Debra
and all them boys that were not ready to become a man just sends shivers throughout my skin.
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
pssst...I Just Love Crab Legs
Regis
And I like this style. I have tried it myself but you do it so well.
Great job not telling us to pull a remembrance from our minds but you gave us the scene for us to feed on.
Best holiday poem yet.
--RaeLynn
unaware of the camera
lost in deviled crab
just a skinny boy without a name
quietly celebrating
his final leave perhaps
That image of him eating the deviled crab lingers.
Also liked how your title refers to the soldier unknown in(and unaware of) the photo. Also liked the irony at the end:
death glorified by the numbers
the great war to banish
war
Touching and elegant poem. - David
Warmly,
Sage
ness
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ron
A young soldier boy - in the pretense of a suave young man - caught in a moment of savoring his food...fast forward to the unthinkable...the horrors of devistaing war; gone is the young boy, even if he survives. Images to be repeated for near one hundred years afterward, and recalled from images hundreds of years before. Would that the beauty of their lives be remembered evermore. Thank you for this one, friend.
Blessings, Love, and Peace ~~ Micke