Veteran's Day

Veteran's Day

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

edited version


Veteran's Day

They have weaved in and out of our minds
The honor of the sacrifice living on the lips of prayers
We come to you on this day your white crosses perched above your rotting corpses
When will we stop falling?
When will ageless wonder occupy the minds of powerful men
It is Veteran's Day, the wars seared into people of the free world,
Graves in abundance, a boy's breath following the stars in the night sky,
My collective screams grows empty and follows the night.

© 2017 Alfred Kukitz

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Thanks Coyote!

Recently a friend fell to Agent Orange, two Vietnam tours, poet, we just naturally loved each other. I took his death harder than he did.


Posted 1 Year Ago

Thank you Lydia,

Welcome to the Neverland of Dreams!


Posted 1 Year Ago

I was a soldier for almost 15 years. I lost three good friends to the new wars. Veteran's day. Hard days for me. I go to their graves. Last line. Realistic and true.
"My collective screams grows empty and follows the night."
Thank you for sharing your amazing thoughts and words.

Posted 1 Year Ago

A fitting tribute for all Veterans of all wars. If only we could know there would be no more war...if only. When Veterans are fortunate enough to return from a war, the war never leaves them. They are changed....and their families are changed. Heartfelt words here, Al. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on November 8, 2017
Last Updated on November 8, 2017
Tags: Weaved, crosses, graves, boy's, breath


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..


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