"Bags"

I hear them coming, the blade sounds of rescue, to carry away the green bags.

Carry him carefully.

He's your brother and someone's son.

We didn't know you, but for a day or two.

Not long enough to be a friend. 

Only a brother.

Some of our brothers have gone home already. 

One way or another.

Someday we will follow you.

Until then, we will carry you with us.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

this reminds me of war casualties…. and the green bags are carrying dead bodies… in the army perhaps they call each other “ brother”… there is a somber mood to this piece.. even though the pace is rather fast…. it seems they have to move to a safer place… just my interpretation
well written
warmly, B🌷🌷…..

[Randall]

Yes, Betty, your interpretation is absolutely correct. I have detected a military background in your writings, which I have read. And we call each other Brother in the Marines also. Bless you, Betty.
Randall...