Forsaken Heroes

Forsaken Heroes

 Amidst rocket launchers bursting the air, they cling to memories; tattered pictures and crumpled letters from home. They return from war in caskets, or find themselves spat upon and ridiculed, shunned by those they sought to defend. They no longer think about what they gave up to stand here in the elements, waiting between held breaths to hear faint clinking sounds as you toss a few loose coins into their makeshift banks. Denial takes random shapes. In the land of the free they roam the highways and bi-ways for a place to lay their heads.

Mother Earth pulses

While mankind’s indifference

Sleeps on benches

© Selena Howard ,2012