In Arms of Forever

In Arms of Forever

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

'68 draft


In Arms of Forever

Had 1A meant something of cannon fodder
As American arms gather my soul
Rock me, rock me America into the soil
Say the fight will last forever
The inhale alive
The exhale meandering in death's pool
Oh God is planetary symmetry only a dream
Okay.............. okay ..............
I'm the long stare in search of
Oblivion's goal

© 2017 Alfred Kukitz

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Reviews shaped our generation. It took too many of my friends. Some came home, but their personalities were unrecognizable. Your emotions come through loud and clear in this one....1 A was a scary designation. Oblivion....are we headed there with all that is happening in our world? Al, you made me think. Lydi**

Posted 5 Months Ago

i hear you on this one...i was lucky not to go...was 28 in the first draft lottery...had a student deferment but then became 1A....didn't get drafted....but my friends did...and they came back from Nam, different....the psychological effects of that war were unequaled.
excellent write, my friend.

Posted 5 Months Ago

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Added on October 1, 2017
Last Updated on October 1, 2017
Tags: 1A, cannon, arms, America


Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Green Lane, PA

Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..