he was working overtime
most
nights.
the war was on with no
real end
in sight.
is there ever?
but he said little about
what he
did when he arrived
home,
how he carefully put
together
the parts for bombs
and munitions needed
to end the lives
others.
he brought his lunch in each
day
in a brown paper bag,
with a thermos
of coffee,
and with his
friends, they
ate and drank, discussing
other things.
at night,
his quiet wife would
set the table,
and heat
up what was left
of his cold dinner.
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