April 29, 2019Poem
Think of me
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Think of me
Not too deeply
I am a shallow reflection
A dreamer in two dimensions
I have a third
Hidden in a suitcase
With a false bottom
It will carry me further
Than my father thought
He would go
When a world at war
Turned him into a traveller
For his country
Filled his boots
With the filth
Of death
Wearying him
Of adventure
It took me too long
To understand
His reluctance
To leave the ground
Was not unambitious
But combat stress
And battle fatigue
It was easy for me
To run away
He was tied
By association
To blood lust
An escaped goat
He never tried to track
My skills
Of evasion
Were never needed
Although I practiced
Well enough
To become
Almost invisible
Think of me
Not too deeply
As I am altogether
Shallow
My appearance
May only be
Momentary.