The Front of the House

by Matthew Borczon / September 20th, 2015

As they
unwrapped
his face
there was
no face
just a
blood soaked
neckerchief
that stuck
to the
hole above
his neck
and looked
like a
dirty drain.
Someone asked
if we
were sure
he was alive
and I
wanted to
ask myself
the same
question
about all
of us.

Matthew Borczon recently retired from the United States Navy reserve after 20 years of service. He has published 17 books of poetry; the most recent PTSD a Living Will is available through Rust Belt Press. He is married with 4 children Read other articles by Matthew.

This article was posted on Sunday, September 20th, 2015 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.