~WALT
MCDONALD~
THE
WAR
IN BOSNIA
Under darkness
of stars our son flies
over Bosnia,
keeping watch over snow.
Apache gunships
will be out tonight.
The moon on
foreign snowfields highlights
bodies running
under trees, friend or foe.
Under darkness
of stars our son flies
with star scope
and rockets and wide eyes
over war zones
bitter enemies know.
Apache gunships
will be out tonight.
What keeps
a nation armed and justifies
air power
is such a killing field—we know,
but under
darkness of stars our son flies.
In boots and
parka, someone watches the skies
and owns disposable
Stingers, and is cold.
Apache gunships
will be out tonight.
I conjure God
to stop him, warp his sights.
I stare with
the prayer all fathers know.
Under darkness
of stars our son flies.
Apache gunships
will be out tonight.
© by Walt
McDonald