What My Sacrifice Means To You

        I do not think about dying
I am young and defiant
I put my life at risk daily
          I do not think about dying
I believe in my mission
I trust those I serve
I do my duty diligently, without fail
          I do not think about dying
I accept great risk
I am an American fighting for Americans
I am one of the 1%
I protect the rights and lives of the 99%
who do not serve in the military
          I do not think about dying
My flag gives me strength
strength to endure another day
symbolization is my motivation
My flag is worn on my uniform
she is with me every day
          I do no think about dying
her beauty lies in her thirteen stripes,
representing thirteen original colonies
she displays colors of red and white on a field of blue
red for hardiness, and valor
the white signifies purity and innocence
the blue for  vigilance, perseverance and justice
with fifty white stars,
one for each state for unity
all qualities for which we stand
those that define us as a nation
as an individual
it is not just a flag
it is you
          I did not think of dying
I have lived out my days
I did my duty
I represented you with honor and distinction
I died for your right to accept or reject patriotism
to remove the you from American symbolism
and eventually from a nation
          I did not think of dying

I think about what my sacrifice means to you



Poetry, The Tool That Teaches

Poetry is not a written or spoken form to be feared, rather, should be the educational tool that teaches reading, writing and the arts as no other single genre is capable.

Spitting On Bare Wood

Spitting on bare wood

a head rests

encased in thorns

as nails

define intensity

a face sweating blood

man the defiler


Desecration prevails

the crucifix burns

Christians under attack

murder escalates

the Ten Commandants


too many sins to count

man’s failure

always the same


few await Jesus return




The Devil

spitting on bare wood

laughs and celebrates



Fleeting Thoughts

We write our thoughts,
not to forget,
to document
a moment of fleeting thought
shared from memory,
then gone forever.

Thoughts converted to memories
as age surges toward twilight,
expressed as vivid reenactments
of history and genealogy.

To let memory pass into obscurity,
decry the sadness that exists
in the mind of man.

We write our thoughts,
not to forget,
to document,
to learn what the mind is teaching,
fleeting thoughts flow through
the mind,
soon lost forever.

Mac McGovern©2011

Broken Rule

who broke the first rule?

a fruit used to barter

two people decide man’s fate

where lies the blame

when destiny is preordained?

who broke the first rule?

we do not care

we follow their example


My Number

1,805,326.47 was the number,

the number that is,
the beginning,
and the end,
15 days ago,
the countdown began,
the number of beats,
remaining in my heart,
my countdown begins,
to Armageddon,

Had I known,
1,805,326.47 beats ago,
this was the number,
when my life would end,
I’d have been begging forgiveness,
of all my sins

15 days ago the countdown began,
47 tenths of a second,
into its last beat,
the sudden end,
there was warning,
there was pain,
then only darkness,
when finally,
death came

The remaining 53 tenths,
of my last second,
I could have used,
to repent,
to late,
1,805,326.47 is my number
for admission,
to Hell’s Gate

If I’d lived to age 80,
3,363,840,000 times,
my heart would beat,
the result,
would have remained,
the same,
waiting until the end,
hoping to repent,
results in a soul,
destined to be,
hell bent