World Widows by Dan Provost

She dreamt of armies,
Men who fought and bled…

Different names
Different guises

All tired from strife
throughout the centuries of victories and defeats

Body counts told to grieving widows
Whose lovers were sold a bill of goods
by entrapped loyalty their men
purged so ravenously into their soul.

The women cried, present and past
Roman widows
English widows
American widows…

World widows.

We were born to suffer, not wander
as the famous song once said…

drifting into slumber…she knows
that one will not come home…

ever.

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3 Responses to “World Widows by Dan Provost”

  1. Aleathia Drehmer Says:

    I had not read this one my dear. I love this:

    “The women cried, present and past
    Roman widows
    English widows
    American widows…

    World widows.”

  2. John Dorsey Says:

    Dan Provost is truly the heart of poetry…sing it brother.

  3. Joie Cook Says:

    As someone whose boyfriend came
    home in a body bag from ‘nam in ’68,
    this poem hits me to the bone.
    great piece, brother…

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