Don’t pray for rain if you aren’t ready to drown

Today I
want to
watch my
memories
burn in
an apartment
fire
today I
want to
turn the
dead soldiers
and children
into sandwiches
to feed
the politicians
who call
war inevitable
and track
profit margins
today I
want to
find the
Afghan boy
who’s colostomy
we reversed
and ask
if he
is still
grateful
or if
as a
man he
now knows
who hurt
him in
the first
place
today I
want to
set free
the voices
in my
head to
smack the
anvil of
my life
with the
iron hammer
in my
chest
today I
want answers
to all
the questions
my ghosts
have asked
me every
day since
the war.

Matthew Borczon is a nurse and navy sailor from Erie, PA. He has published widely in the small press and has published three books of poetry: A Clock of Human Bones through the Yellow Chair Review, Battle Lines through Epic Rites, and Ghost Train through Weasel Press. Read other articles by Matthew.