American Soldier Baby
My high school friend has changed
her profile picture. Newborn son, swaddled
in husband’s Army jacket.
Small toes protruding like mushrooms.
Caption: baby Brennan, reporting
for duty! The dog tags chained
across Brennan’s soft belly,
because to wear them around his neck
would be to risk asphyxiation.
I can’t make out the inscription.
I have been considering
having children.
Midday, I walk among flag-draped
headstones out back of the church,
and they, too, are made
illegible by shadow and time.
