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To the Mother of a Dead Marine

Your boy once touched me, yes. I knew you knew
When your wet, reddened gaze drilled into me,
Groped through my clothes for signs, some residue
Of him-some lusciousness of mine that he
Had craved, that might have driven his desire
For things perilous, poisonous, out-of-bounds.
Could I have been the beast he rode to war?
The battle mounted in his sleep, the rounds
Of ammunition draped like unblown blossoms
Round his neck? Could I have somehow flung
Myself against the wall of his obsessions,
Leaving spells and curses on his tongue?
Your fingers tighten, ready to engage
The delicate hair-trigger of your rage.

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Poem To the Mother of a Dead Marine - Marilyn L Taylor