Paint

ke faces

Bob had told him
That dog-tag men
Callous-hand men
Eat-a-large-pizza-in-five-minutes men
Could paint with a brush as a way to speak

His hushabye words
In a drill sergeant’s voice
Gone gentle by design

He talks me to sleep
Sometimes

And I paint them on my eyelids
Two men leaving, curled around
Wishing one was lost
The other, found

H. E. Casson cannot resist a good prompt. They can be found at hecasson.com.

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