Bugged Out

The war moved on
as all wars must
and love came home
lame with no name.

He could not see
the bugs in his brows
nor hear what, what
the dogs picked up.

Pinned to his chest
a badge of courage
symbol of his time
spent as a bug.

In uniform he was
one of the bugs
covered with bites.

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