I felt nothing. Tracing the casket, your body—
cold, clammy, still. I felt nothing.
Something…anything? Nothing is all.
Speak to me, connect with me.
Please! Touch my hand! I felt nothing.
Standing on a bridge, looking over
I saw you brother. Your back was turned. I felt nothing.
The flag draped over wood and metal.
Hands cross over. Lift!
Fold upon fold. Tighten!
Click, tap, ready…Fire!
Through it all, I felt nothing.
The reports do not bring the jump, the shock.
Stillness in the midst. I felt nothing
Six months with no smiles. Stillness in the midst.
Your back is still turned. Speak to me!
Begging, pleading, yet…I felt nothing
Nothing is not nothing. I feel emptiness,
overwhelming emptiness from the kin-caused hole
I feel emptiness! Emptiness in the future
For my kin not there. No joys, no laughs, no smiles.
You are not here. I feel emptiness
The other side is yours. Your back remains turned
No words or messages. I cannot stay brother.
I feel emptiness. I feel emptiness.
and towards emptiness I must go.
To make, create, build things anew.
The other side is yours.
I felt nothing or once thought so.
I feel emptiness; towards emptiness I go.
The other side is yours.
Marshall McGurk is currently on active duty. He has served in the 4th Infantry Division and two Special Forces Groups and is a veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan.
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