Mark Blaeuer

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Shrapnel

Their steel-fed bodies, registered with cold,
lay in the street. Glass, randomized. A home–
made bomb was now a victim, too, although
it had no heaven. And the man who did
was up there now, according to his Book.
"Ironic," thought the soldier keeping peace.

Mark Blaeuer's poems and translations have been accepted at approximately five dozen journals over the past 35 years, including Bone Orchard Poetry, The Centrifugal Eye, Lucid Rhythms, The Road Not Taken, and The Victorian Violet Press Journal. He's also a man of society: the Arkansas Native Plant Society, the Garland County Historical Society, and the Society for American Baseball Research.