A veteran's story told in a Japanese Haibun poem with a liberal dose of Artistic License
|When two worlds collide at the intersection of Innocence and Depravity, something has to give. An improvised explosive device took his leg in Iraq, but medical miracles saved his life. Prosthetic leg and P.T.S.D., souvenirs from combat zone, along with a pile of debt, sapped his spirit and broke his will. That cold cannister of bad news brought back more than wife and child could handle, cost him job, family, and home. Forgotten by "friends," Purple Heart and Silver Star mean nothing when you are hungry and sleeping in cardboard box.
frosty street corner
passersby pass by in haste
leaving him alone
Notes on the Haibun form of poetry ▼