04-01-2024, 08:18 PM
(Unrhymed Sonnet)
Even when he would go out to the field
only to watch someone get shot
out of the sky, only to duck
when the older kids cried out:
They're getting low! my grandpa
did not lose his innocence.
The stories he heard of soldiers catching
babies with their bayonets
were only stories, at the time,
while his town was pretty smart
in hiding my great aunts,
or else they learned the art too late,
hiding instead their fear, their shame,
even well past judgment.
Even when he would go out to the field
only to watch someone get shot
out of the sky, only to duck
when the older kids cried out:
They're getting low! my grandpa
did not lose his innocence.
The stories he heard of soldiers catching
babies with their bayonets
were only stories, at the time,
while his town was pretty smart
in hiding my great aunts,
or else they learned the art too late,
hiding instead their fear, their shame,
even well past judgment.