Gunfire in the night has
Ben Trembling and
Jessica emitting shrill
Piercing barks. Duffy
Watches me, alarmed.
I imagine moving
Us somewhere else.
I enlisted July third
Or fifth in 1952.
Susan died July
Fourth, three years
Ago. A malaise
Has me reluctant
To leave the house --
As when I throw darts
And Ben lies down
Beneath the board.
My scores decay. I
Strain to reach these
Days for which
I never trained.
