Mission Accomplished Poem by Donal Mahoney

Mission Accomplished



He doesn't cry about it
anymore. No tears
in years. On occasion, though,
those who know him
see his good arm fly,
fist up, just above his eye.
So far the sun each time
has backed away,
allowing him to walk,
his good arm ready,
through the village
one more time
where he and others
picked off Shia
on a birdless
summer day.

Friday, May 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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