From My Family To Yours

After my brother was killed in Iraq,

he often loomed in my thoughts

and once I even saw him on my drive home

standing in a distant field

looking slightly

out of place

 

Sometimes at 3 a.m. -- when I am a casualty 

of broken sleep -- I wrap myself

in his fatigue jacket, light a joint,

and stare into the emptiness of the night.

 

Over beers while on leave,

he told me he was ordered to fire

on a car that crashed through a checkpoint.

 

“I think they were

just scared,”

he said.

“The three kids

in the back seat

killed too.

The smallest 

with big eyes just

staring at nothing.”

 

After telling me this,

he said,

“Maybe I'll be their retribution.”

In his later years Gary Beaumier has become something of a beachcomber and has self diagnosed with “compulsive walking disorder.” On a number of occasions he has cobbled together wooden sailboats. He is a finalist and semi finalist for the Luminaire Award for several of his poems and was recently nominated for Best of the Net Award for his poem Rio Grande. He has been poems published in Flumes Winter 2017 ,Third Wednesday, Chaleur Magazine, The Piltdown Review, The Esthetic Apostle, The Internet Void, an upcoming issue of Raw Arts Review and a recording in Lit_Tapes as well as Swimming With Elephants , The Gyara Journal, Beautiful Cadaver and Remembered Arts Journal. He taught poetry in a women's prison.

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