ZIPPO THE SCOUT
We lit our cigarettes
with Zippos,
it was part of the uniform.
Mine has the logo
of the 85th Evacuation Hospital
and rests on the chest of drawers
in our bedroom
alongside photos
of our children and grandchildren.
I can hear its familiar click
anytime I want.
I can smell the lighter fluid
drizzling into the rayon balls
underneath the 1/4 inch felt.
GIs would fiddle with them
during the boredom hours
fixated by the exactness
of its parts, they would
name them, replace them,
marveled and lost
by its tiny perfection,
it's wind-proof flame.
Zippo carried the flame thrower.
He brought fire.
The M-9 carried on his back.
He and the medic delivered
the Hmong woman's baby
in the tiny village.
Jim Bodeen
National Petrified Forest--Bedroom Chest of Drawers
31 March--1 May 2019
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