War Scars Poem by rich soos
War Scars
my clothes are leftovers from the past
my legs are leftovers from the past
my pounding temple and bleeding stomach
are leftovers from the past
the bone in my temple was split
moments after the bones in my legs
I sometimes dance now
sometimes walk as a cripple
it is not easy to remember the past
I am reminded each day is a war
from A Foreign Landscape (1984)
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