BODY BAGS
By Barry Martin, Army
Writing Type: Poem
Oh Mother, where are the body bags now?
The ones that I helped fill.
The ones they shipped home.
Some were friends of mine.
In combat they did die,
and some I did not know.
You know, Mother, they had one
with my name on it,
but instead, I came home like!
Notes: D. Wright Downs
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