Korean Echo
June 10, 2008
My turn had come;
Billy Pigg, helmet flown
lost, shrapnel more alive in him
than blood free as air,
dying in my arms.
Billy asked a blessing, none come
his way since birth. My canteen
came his font. Then he said,
“I never loved anybody.
Can I love you?”
My father told me,
his turn long gone downhill;
“Keep water near you, always.”
He thought I’d be a priest before
all this was over, not a lover.
by Tom Sheehan
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Categories: Water
Tom Sheehan
qarrtsiluni 
incredible poem. thanks.
Very, very powerful.
“his turn long gone downhill”
Beautiful.
Awe-full! Thank you.
Powerful, deeply touching. Tom, you are a natural master!
Wow. Honest, direct, artifice-free, powerful. Thank you. I love this poem.