poetry Our Hamburger Hill
Our Hamburger Hill
By Anne Cheilek
Not the high ground but a tempting mount
taken by frontal assault, held for a couple
of avaricious weeks more or less struck
hot off the summer tally, then left
like a delusion in the dark.
Change of management,
from stout hearts to
cool heads, or vice
versa? Too late
price. Casualties grew
partners, principles, poor
afterwit wondering why any sap
would bleed so fierce for so trifling a prize.
Lesson learned—maximum pressure scrapped,
protective reaction and troops redeployed home. Except a few
hastily buried words, illusions in arrears, worlds
Anne Cheilek is a writer, editor, and musician living in the San Francisco Bay Area.