Part 2- Preamble to the Constitution/ Poetry and Digital Art.

“Correspondence Here, Name and Address Here”

This image represents post World War II America, the ongoing battle between good and evil, the Cold War and faith. For veterans it was a time of great hope and renewal, a chance to build better lives on the newness of suburban streets. And women, who were tied to the kitchen, all began screaming, "Thank God." That's right, McDonald's opened in 1955. They had 19 cent cheeseburgers and 10 cent fries. No one ever mentioned World War II or Cold War threats when eating at McDonald's, it was all about which shake was best, chocolate, vanilla or strawberry.

Detail from “Correspondence Here, Name and Address Here”

The poem that follows is about the struggles of a World War II veteran.

All About Earning Forgiveness

Father carved wooden dolls
with his bayonet, understood
the depth of a shallow grave,
stinging bees in a hickory handle
when you pick
frozen soil.

Mother exposed her belly
by tying a knot with the tails
of her shirt. On Sundays she wore
a respectable dress,
said an amen in a hard
maple pew.

One day I asked about Father.
Mother said, he is good,
but his fingers are dirty
from burying demons.

We found him that night
slumped in the shed with his shovel.

Mother died the next summer.

I still live in their house,
keep Father’s garden
of bloody red beets,
tie a tight bow
in a butcher’s white apron,
the one Mother wore
to prepare them.

If you missed part 1,
https://steemit.com/art/@beginningtoend/we-people-wee-people-images-of-the-preamble

All art and poetry are my own.