Today's poem is by H. C. Palmer

Finding Work After War
        Our sons join the army to get work being shot at.
                        —Jim Harrison

For a long time there were simultaneous
wars, so work was good. Now the wars
are winding down and our poor
are unemployed. They phone
government hotlines then get disconnected.
I know a stonemason disabled from battling
his chisel. He says there will always be his kind
of work—thousands of gravestones
stockpiled in the quarries of Vermont.
He says he's willing to teach,
but worries some might inscribe their own names.

Copyright © 2018 H. C. Palmer All rights reserved
from Feet of the Messenger
BkMk Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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