Jeremy Brewer’s haiku on finding purpose in life after war.
Editor’s Note: This poem burns with the difficulty of returning. Of a warrior’s second war — the coming back. In film, the dragon dies and the warrior, blood on the shield, lives content as a community hero. In film. But in reality, having lived for months or years at the intersection of life and death, how to know there’s still time on the clock? How to find something meaningful to do with it? This poem gives shape, literally, to the steps.