My poem “Brew of Bolts” was recently published in Verse Virtual. It’s a tribute to both of my grandfathers and to America on Veterans Day. I have to give a nod to Carl Sandberg. I didn’t set out to emulate him, but great poets often pull lesser ones along with them. Here’s the poem and the link:
A brew of bolts
And nuts and nails
Stewed in the musty bottom drawer
Of my grandfather’s tool chest.
I stirred them with a finger,
Awakened clinking voices
Of Ford pickups, IH tractors and
Bursting through Atlantic waves
Bound for England
Or a U-boat’s torpedo.
America – with a sweaty collar and
Calloused hands –
America, the beautiful.
Election Day is just prior to Veterans Day. I’d like everyone to think of the latter as they participate in the former. I’d like to remind folks that the wars of the past sixty-six years – aside from the tens of thousands of dead and hundreds of thousands of wounded, if anything can be aside from them – have sorely wounded our Constitution. Our founders well knew that war can be used to manipulate ordinary citizens. That’s why they vested the power to declare war in ordinary citizens – through our elected representatives. Our representatives have run from their responsibilities for many decades to the harm of us all. My poem recalls the price we’ve paid. Responsibility for changing our course lies with us all. Here’s the link: