Why Are You Walking?

A Poem by Carl Mayfield

Fourth month of what’s next: Vietnam.
My brother used plastic explosives
and a questionable fuse to coax a five
hundred pound bomb out of the mud, and when
when it was time he picked up his feet and ran.
The men he passed called out: “why are you
running?” His response saved them all.

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