During World War II, more than four hundred Navajo code talkers were employed by the Marine Corps.
Too long I go,
no java, none—
no guru, gone—
no Navajo,
no gig, no loot.
Too far away,
a dot was I.
Moody men eye
key enemy doom.
I saw today
a war afoot.
Too long I go,
no java, none—
no guru, gone—
no Navajo,
no gig, no loot.
Note: This poem appeared in Nowhere at Home, Penteract Press, 2023.