“Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting,” Kevin C. Powers, 2009
I tell her I love her like not killing or ten minutes of sleep beneath the low rooftop wall on which my rifle rests. I tell her in a letter that will stink, when she opens it, of bolt oil and burned powder and the things it says. I tell her how Pvt. Bartle says, offhand, that war is just us making little pieces of metal pass through each other. *** Kevin C. Powers is a poet, writer and Iraq War veteran. Poem and biographical information courtesy of The Poetry FoundationSubscribe
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May 28, 2012 at 6:31 am
Thanks for posting that, and of course thanks to Mr. Powers for everything.
May 28, 2012 at 8:03 am
a great piece for Memorial Day – giving just a small glimpse into something most of us could never imagine…
May 28, 2012 at 10:23 am
Wow. This piece is incredibly powerful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
May 28, 2012 at 10:57 am
thanks. Good to take time off from our random silliness to see the bigger picture. Happy Memorial Day!
May 28, 2012 at 4:37 pm
That was my thought, too. I had a bad feeling that people would think this was my ghastly attempt at a humorous poem about war, or something.
May 29, 2012 at 6:40 am
Very thought provoking and melancholy, as poems about war are bound to be. Lovely.
May 29, 2012 at 3:31 pm
The amazing power of words. Thanks.
May 29, 2012 at 4:21 pm
I just agree with all of the above..Thank you for sharing.
May 29, 2012 at 6:31 pm
Beautiful poem, Thanks for posting it.
May 31, 2012 at 4:22 pm
“Stink…of bolt oil and burnt powder.” That’s potent.