Crap Shoot

Daily, he stood in the crosshairs,
tossing the dice of salvation,
the one most likely to lose
in that crap shoot with war.

Tour over, game won,
and drunk
in celebration,
he careened into a ditch,
losing his wife,
his love,
her life instead.


Pris Campbell
©2002

In loving memory of Sharon

Photo: Sharon and Stan
  Pearl Harbor Housing, 1969.


Music: Wind Beneath My Wings

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