The Magazine

“Looking back in history
At the magazine
Tossed into the mystery
When gone carousing

Soldiers needed comforting

Living with the mess
Surviving when hurting
Organizing under stress

Now it’s roaming satellites
Tracking mags gone postal
Upfront babes doing flights
Magazines get toasted

She is him, and he is hers
Latrines are their home
Dumpers find the new cares
War babies borne by telephone”