Marching Home

I'd appreciate you commenting your interpretation of the poem below. For me, the poet, it is soldiers coming back home in the aftermath of a war.

there's a stampede 

in the distance, 

Marlene's fallen out of 

bed, some dishes are 

rattling (stop your

goddamn prattling)

no it's not the Germans

back from their stone cold 

mass graves, bones hold, 

our slaves 

-but wait, a wail 

from a grey haired woman

(joy or fear,

drop not a tear)

and a yell

'they're coming home'

who's they?

is it the rage that you

chose to repress?

never you mind, a murmur

from the crowd like 

a low pitched hum, 

caught a few words 

that I can make out

they.

are.

coming.

home.

welcome.

them.

with

open.

arms.