running across
the parking lot
her eyes every aglow,
beautiful daylong hair
streaming behindhand her.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
He takes her in his arms,
'his lovely wife, smiling, radiant
Oh, the lovelight in her eyes!
Commander of
an assail carrier
fighting the Japanese
in the Pacific,
a sacred officer,
his form plane
the exclusive thing
between his ship
with hundreds of men aboard
and a colossus kamikazee
flying bomb.
His terminal text on his radio,
not conversation to his crew
but to his wife
so some thousands of miles away
"O Mary, there's a aggregation of lives
at wager here!
I've gotta do this, Mary,
I've got to!"
His form and the kamikaze,
a ball of fire
lighting the sky!
Ah! These reputable dead
of whom the concern is not worthy,
least of every this slummy poet. .
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