"disabled veteran"
bomb rhymes with mom but
my mom is a bomb--
ticking away from the things that she saw.
you would never think and I had never thought
that my mom would get caught
in government claws
and get sent to fight
in a war without cause--
last time i saw her, dressed in her kevlar
not yet broken, not yet tainted--
war makes me sick and she went in there painted
like a soldier, but i only ever knew her
as Mom, not a bomb diffuser--
lieutenant, platoon leader--
she looked after her soldiers,
like she was their keeper--
but my mom is a painter
an artist, a maker--
she holds off the pain
but how the fuck could they take her
and bring her back broken like that?
do they even take a glance back
to see that we struggle each day
with the fact that
war took Mom away and she never
came back?