From birth
your time, 
they say,
will come.

Your family 
the papers,
you sign.
Guns flare. 

The uncles, 
the grandads,
the fathers - 
those left - 
they say, 
your time 
will come.

You sign,
they cheer,
you fight,
they boo.
Your war 
will come. 


  1. Manic Sylph says:

    Your poetry is interesting! I really enojoyed some of the themes that you have written about. Would you like to submit some of your work for the winter issue of the Lit eZine magazine? Here’s the link
    Happy writing!


    1. josheiler says:

      Thank you! That’s so kind! I’ll send you a submission.

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