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Viet Cong in the Rec Room

My Dad served in the Army and was in Vietnam. I have a handful of war poems, not all of them published. This one only appears here.

Photo by Kiril Dobrev on Unsplash

Viet Cong in the Rec Room

Dad was not himself

when my brothers turned

not themselves,

when cue sticks turned

to rifles, as they aimed

balls into pockets

bullets into rice paddies,

when after sinking all the stripes

they chalked their tips again and grinned

called the eight, took their last best shot at him.


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