Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/entertainment-jan-june11-weeklypoem_06-06 Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Weekly Poem: ‘Home Brew’ Arts Jun 6, 2011 11:45 AM EDT He never drank a lick before the war but he came back a fall-down drunk. He said they’d cook up home brew from potatoes or from fruit and then get bombed among the dead. He started slapping me around, and changed to someone moaning to himself at night, oh God, oh Mom, a silent man, deranged inside, his spirit bottled up. One night last year I woke up with his hands around my throat. His mouth was moving. He was dreaming. I thumbed him in the eyes till he came round and when he understood he broke down weeping. He put his medals in a box. It’s done, he said, and he got a drink. It wasn’t done. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now
He never drank a lick before the war but he came back a fall-down drunk. He said they’d cook up home brew from potatoes or from fruit and then get bombed among the dead. He started slapping me around, and changed to someone moaning to himself at night, oh God, oh Mom, a silent man, deranged inside, his spirit bottled up. One night last year I woke up with his hands around my throat. His mouth was moving. He was dreaming. I thumbed him in the eyes till he came round and when he understood he broke down weeping. He put his medals in a box. It’s done, he said, and he got a drink. It wasn’t done. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now