Ka------Clink

 ka----Clink

dad unconsciously thumbed the top
of his old army Zippo

he wouldn't strike the flint
to spark a tongue of flame...
....he would close the top, then.........

ka----Clink

i lay in my little boy bed
listening to my father
smoke in the dark
one cigarette after another
but always the steady, rhythmic.....

ka----Clink

and he was back in Germany
reassuring himself
his weapon was ready
as he checked
checked
and rechecked the bolt.....

ka----Clink