FOB is just a fancy name
for a burned out building or an old abandoned shcoolhouse
To some it seems forward like those in the rear or back home
But to our newly minted veteran in the making perspective
it doesn’t feel that way at all
It seems perfectly right here, neutral
like sweet, sound, safety, wrapped in america’s blanket
A ruck-sack flob at the end of a search
A hot meal of sorts
Mail for some
The only break from a war with no front.
when we leave our resting place
woken by mortars and spurred by young attack lust
We put our team in gear
and shift into pure forward
Frank Blake has poems published or is forthcoming in ¬o-dark-thirty, and Line of Advance.
Glenn Bowie is a published poet, lyricist and photographer from the Boston area. He also owns and operates an elevator company that supplies custom-built elevators for clients from New England to Hollywood. Author of two poetry and photograph collections (Under the Weight of Whispers and Into the Thorns and Honey) on Big Table Publishing, he donates all profits from his books to various charities for the homeless and local animal shelters. Glenn is also the official photographer for the Newton Writing and Publishing Center.