Women Vets by Julie Heckman

A woman a soldier a veteran
who has a name. She sits quietly
alone at a table to eat lunch.
There were war-room pals who
returned, yet for some the war
never ended. They are women
who quietly suffer. The quiet
forever more.

The fathers and sons had their
time, spines lowered in battle.
Now the women sit sandbagged
in ammo belts enough to neatly
weave vests with enemy flesh and
blood. They survived the desert.
Living hidden in homes with fences
and the long, lawn nightmare of
something moving on the front,
making her skin crawl.
Never to forget.

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