from this week in September, 2018 (I was 73)
Playing Guns
If the barbed wire didn’t give
The fence post did
Stomping between the barbs
the wire sagged
or pulled the u-nails out
leaving a gaping eye to step through
onto iron mining company property
Even so I caught my pants
and tore a three-inch rip above the knee
along with the skin on my left thigh
not real deep but enough blood
to pretend it was a bullet wound
that just grazed not severe enough
to keep me out of combat but scarred
enough to remember the ersatz battle
sixty-five years later
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