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Old Expression
by Maureen Glaude
I slid the empty cigarette pack
across the bar
to Dan, my server and friend.
'Chuck it, will you?
Just another dead soldier.'
He stared at me
his smile gone
his eyes grew black
I sipped my beer
'What'd you say?' he asked
I wondered what he might be getting at
'Oh, that old expression? I grew up with it.'
'Been to Europe?' he asked
'Sure, took a tour, back in...?'
'My grandfather lost five brothers there.
In one year. One war.'
A moment's silence
Dan looked down at his garbage pail
shook his head, tossed in the pack
and added
'Don't say it at the Legion'
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03/15/2001 Author's Note: for Dan
Posted on 09/24/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 09/24/04 at 10:59 PM Great write, words worth remembering. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/25/04 at 12:05 PM An old expresion that obviously still carries a lot of weight. Well presented Mo. |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 09/27/04 at 04:01 PM very good job, i like the dialogue. my grandpa lost his oldest brother in ww2. i love lookign through your library just waiting for the new poem lol :) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/28/04 at 06:14 PM I never thought of it before but not a good choice
of words for the times. Well done Mo...Charlie |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/29/04 at 10:58 PM intention v effect...and with a deeper resonance - the more I read this, the more I read into it, cause & effect :> |
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