In the military, three of us got
killed in combat. One got killed
by the police in the country we were
in. Two committed suicide. One
got killed in training. And three got
killed by accident. It wasn’t the war
so much that killed us, but everything.
We were dying before the war. And
after. During it, I realized it was all
the same thing. One day Elijah was
complaining about the evaporated
milk and the next day he was dead.
I wish the recruiter would’ve said
that; I remember when he showed
me a photo of a pile of money, a real
corny photo, but the money looked
good, piled up like a tiny hill that
you’d see in a nursery rhyme and
it was glowing a different kind of
green, like a jungle green, like it
was hinting where I’d be going in
the future, and instead of showing
that fake pile of money, he should
have showed me a pile of evaporated
milk and a pile of death. That
would have been more honest.
- © Ron Riekki 2023
Ron Riekki’s books include Blood/Not Blood Then the Gates (Middle West Press, poetry), My Ancestors are Reindeer Herders and I Am Melting in Extinction (Loyola University Maryland’s Apprentice House Press, hybrid), Posttraumatic (Hoot ‘n’ Waddle, nonfiction), and U.P. (Ghost Road Press, fiction). Right now, Riekki’s listening to David Arnold & Nicholas Dodd's "Nothing Sinister" from the Casino Royale film score.
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