The Night My Father Remembered
By R.G. Cantalupo
parachuting down
to a forest nailed in snow,
and the foxhole where
three budies slept, fetus-like,
before the snow exploded
and screams froze
in the dismembered trees,
he also remembered
a throbbing behind his eyes,
and waking toward morning
calling Johnny...? Eddie...? Willie...?
and pushing at a body to unpin his legs.