Medal Winner

Accept him afterwards,
wedged upright on a sofa,
tunneling the sunset:
nights aren’t night enough.
Why this is so you will
not fully understand;

he can’t explain himself:
Look how hot, bleeding
turmoil’s been transfused
by cooler, kinder stuff
and weeping men still
emerge to grip my hand.

    Reprinted with permission from The Pedestal Magazine #79: War

Author: William Conelly

William Conelly entered the Air Force at 17, received a Presidential appointment to the Air Force Academy at 18, and resigned from the Academy three months after turning 21, preferring any further studies to be in the liberal arts. He subsequently received both a BA and an MA under the tutelage of Edgar Bowers at UC Santa Barbara. Since 1987 his poetry has appeared irregularly in the USA and the United Kingdom. A novel of youthful revelation (Tether's End) and a poetry collection (Untested Grounds) are available from Amazon.

1 thought on “Medal Winner”

  1. I love this. Turmoil IS later met with cooler, kinder stuff. This poem seems to say true things very well, as writer and poet James Dickey insists a good poem must do.

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