I'm often amazed at how a prompt for a contest can take me in many different directions. The prompt for this poem was a corpse breaking out of a morgue. I started with that image and soon realized it took me to my life in the military (Air Force), and those who've died. I wondered if the person had died long after they had served and the physicians in the morgue didn't know what it meant to serve in the military. Sometimes I feel like the people around me are like that. So, this poem came about.
Gone to shadowy places
A box without a tomb
Sliding on steel plates
A life whispered in a room
No wish to carve out sounds
A silent place away from you
The cacophony of life pounds
And there’s no place for youth
For now there is just this box
A steel cage of ice
Those outside wear frocks
Never knowing sacrifice
But a soldier never rests
When a Flag does not fly
Freedom cries within the chest
And the soldier meets the sky
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