December 2017
This is one of my first poems. I wrote it my junior year in high school, and it was published in the McCaskey High School creative writing magazine. https://www.sylviacavanaugh.com
Brooklyn Boy
The Brooklyn boy
the plumber’s son
bootless and dead in Vietnam
lay still
forgotten
while draft cards burned
in Harvard Yard
no one came
in purple robes
to the plumber’s son
to say goodbye
death
when it comes
is the only king
The Brooklyn boy
the plumber’s son
bootless and dead in Vietnam
lay still
forgotten
while draft cards burned
in Harvard Yard
no one came
in purple robes
to the plumber’s son
to say goodbye
death
when it comes
is the only king
© 2017 Sylvia Cavanaugh
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