The Burma Star

The Burma Star

Unevenly described

The bomb that dividend dropped

It means to those

The solace of the mind

The hubris of the heart

Killing for what is deceived

Still alive

Proud lads gents and women

The dynamite twelve

Are they free to forgive

I occasion say

Men who serve die as well

they can

Tell her home

What I am thinking

The rye and rice of the

preponderance train of thought

Evenly expressed

The Burma Star

That constant sunlight brings