• Carol Everett Adams

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.



Vietnam
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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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