Poetry About Chaco War

Dust enters every seam of the uniform. A canteen passes down the exhausted line. Maps argue over a thorn-covered distance. Young men learn how far orders can travel. The dry wind belongs to neither flag. History counts territory; grief counts names.

The visible thing is only an entrance. A canteen passes down the exhausted line. Behind it waits a more difficult truth. Young men learn how far orders can travel. Silence gives the question room to deepen. History counts territory; grief counts names.

Dust enters every seam of the uniform. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Maps argue over a thorn-covered distance. It returns us to the Chaco War, harsh landscape, contested borders, soldiers, thirst, distance, and the human cost of national claims. The dry wind belongs to neither flag. The day continues with a more attentive heart.