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.