He Should Be

Weeks later my mind’s eye recaptures
the newspaper photograph
the smiling ruddy Ukrainian lad, gun slack
grin wide as if posing for a birthday portrait

he should be reading poetry, drinking coffee
flirting with a rosy faced girl whose big smile
lights his world. He should be tending lambs,
throwing snowballs, building life, laughing,
dancing, kicking a football

kicking a football for a goal

Instead, he smiles, holds an old gun for a photograph.

What will become of you, dear boy, what will become of you?

Sascha Darlington 2/2022

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