KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 May Issue Vol. 0515 | Page 49

Liberian Literary Magazine

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Into my companion's
side of the box
Again my critic laughs at
this performance
The actions and the plots
Again, he actually says,
"You are no good."

Seamstress on
Battlefields

This Performance
Boarding the fifteen to
downtown
There he is in the back,
fellow ticket taker
Of legitimate theater
My age, pushing
seventeen
Young flesh of perfect
machine
But as always, he sneers
at me, he laughs
Thinking I am no good
He actually says, "You
are no good."

Yeah, I was there
Darning socks, the bullet
holes
In camouflaged cuffs I
patched
I dragged the sewing
machine
To the ditch, through
sand and mud
Yeah, I was shot
Wounded, still I made
repairs; buttons,
zippers
Took the pants off
severed legs
Stitched them up, they
looked nice
Even on fallen men.

copyright 2005 Richard
Wilson Moss
,

Richard Moss is the
author of numerous full
length poetry books. You
can find his books on
every major platform.

From the sour fifteen we
disembark
Behind him I walk the
quarter mile
Arriving, we enter like
those ancient
creatures
Drawn into the Ark.
Soon we stand together
at the podium
And tear the tickets of
our patrons
Gingerly I drop the stubs
like precious rocks

©Richard Moss
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