Armored Convoy

She was nineteen years old
When she saw her first man
Turned inside out

So that she could not tell
Where his body ended
And the dark stained mud began

Then the next man
And the next

The way their wives
Would never see them

And the way her husbands
Would all seem

#NaPoWriMo 2014 poem number 25

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2014