Weaned on War
By Eugene Platt
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Eugene Platt’s volume of Collected Poems provides the reader with an eloquent distillation of five decades of humor, heartache, history, and love. Whether writing about the simple pleasure of eating a Folly Beach hotdog or the profound permutations of the passage of time, Platt brings his world—and all of our worlds—alive. — Wesley Moore, English teacher (retired); author, Today, Oh Boy
Eugene Platt
Eugene Platt was born in Charleston, South Carolina, in 1939. After serving in the Army, he graduated from the University of South Carolina and earned a Diploma in Anglo-Irish Literature at Trinity College Dublin. His poems have appeared in many literary publications and some have been choreographed. He has given over 100 public readings of his work and was invited to read in the inaugural Dublin Arts Festival in 1970. He wasthe first Poet Laureate of the Town of James Island and was Poet-in-Residence for public radio station WSCI. He lives in Charleston with his main muses: Montreal-born wife Judith, corgi Bess, and cats Finnegan and Maeve.
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Weaned on War - Eugene Platt
It is a peculiar call for me, an ordained priest in the Episcopal Church and devoted follower of Jesus, the Prince of Peace,
to be asked to pen a foreword for a compendium of poems titled Weaned on War. The destructive and painful realities spoken to in many of this book’s poems seem antithetical to what I strive to preach and teach on a daily basis. I have nevertheless accepted the gracious invitation to help introduce these poems because I believe they are reflective of the wonderful man who has ushered them into being over the course of his many decades of writing.
I first had the privilege of meeting Eugene Platt when I began my ministry as Rector of his beloved parish of St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church in downtown Charleston in the summer of 2017. Since that initial meeting in the nave of our parish, I have come to know Eugene as a talented and thoughtful poet with a tender heart. Weaned on War offers the reader a rich variety of very nuanced poems marked by that same tender heart I have always seen while serving as his priest and pastor.
Eugene’s poems are, for me, like so many of the psalms of the Hebrew Scriptures in what they evoke from the reader. Far from celebrating or glorifying the wars that have marked his life, his poetry, while grounded in the realities of this world, feels prayerful, questioning, and introspective. In reading these poems, one not only gets a better sense of Eugene’s life and times but also of some of the spiritual wonderings that have clearly captivated him such as:
Where is God in the midst of war and conflict?
What might be the human response to unspeakable suffering and injustice?
What is a truly good life?
and
What does it mean to find oneself at home in this transitory and fragile world?
Not unlike the liturgy of worship I lead every Sunday morning, Weaned on War offers the reader a kind of sacred voyage that might help one to engage with so many of these pressing questions that can lead us into a deeper relationship with both God and neighbor. It is for this reason and out of my deep and abiding respect for Eugene, that I heartily bid the reader into an encounter with the poems in this great compendium.
May God bless you, dear reader, as you make your journey through these works composed by the poet Eugene Platt.
Labor Day, 2022
The Reverend Dr. Adam J. Shoemaker, Rector
St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church in the City of Charleston
Preface
And ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars . . . .
For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom
against kingdom . . . . All these are the beginning of sorrows.
—Matthew 24:6-8 (KJV)
Weaned on War was originally conceived of as a shorter New and Selected Poems
volume, not, as its subtitle indicates, The Collected Poems of Eugene Platt. But while walking my dog Bess one recent Sunday morning before heading off to church, I had an epiphany: The time was ripe for a definitive compendium. After all, I am 83 and, if not now, then when?
The title poem, together with several occasioned by the startling results of a DNA test in 2021, sounds a lot like my autobiography would sound. Indeed, my mindset has been informed in large part by having been born in 1939 and, therefore, weaned on World War II. Many of my childhood heroes were family: Uncle D.E., who survived the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and was promoted for quickly manning his assigned battle station; Uncle Frank, who steered naval landing craft full of anxious troops to hostile beaches; Cousin Joe, lost at sea when his destroyer was torpedoed in the murky North Atlantic; Uncle John, who may have seen the raising of our flag on Iwo Jima, and who, after the war, was resplendent in his U.S. Marines dress uniform; and my dad Paul, a machinist who worked dutifully, sometimes seven days a week, at the Charleston Navy Yard to keep the fleet afloat.
Beginning school in 1945, I was puzzled when my teacher corrected me for using the three-letter slang term for Japanese.
Wasn’t Jap
the word Uncle D.E. and everyone else had used during the war? Obviously, I had been too young to enlist and could only participate vicariously, continuing to do so long after the war had ended. Standing at a toilet to pee, for example, whenever I saw a discarded cigarette butt floating in the bowl, I pretended it was a Japanese battleship, the tiny shreds of tobacco its crew. As I strafed the ship, I relished watching it roll over, its hull splitting along the seams, and all those detestable enemy sailors spilling into the boiling sea. I was too patriotic, too immature, to realize those bits of tobacco represented fellow human beings with mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, spouses, sons and daughters, all of whom grieved the deaths of their loved ones as much as we grieved the deaths of ours.
Naturally, upon finishing high school, I enlisted in the army, volunteering for infantry. The following three years of service with the 11th Airborne and 24th Infantry Divisions are a source of continuing pride. That is true notwithstanding the fact that such service left me with a significant hearing loss. But I came home alive and, as Kurt Vonnegut would say, So it goes.
As an octogenarian, I remain proud of my time in uniform. On the other hand, I have become increasingly dismayed by my country’s propensity to engage in needless wars and by the woes they wreak on innocents. Some of these poems reflect that dismay. Damn, I must be a dichotomy.
Eugene Platt
July 2022
Contents
Weaned on War
How I Escaped the Holocaust
Deaths of a Soldier
A Passion Play
The Light of Life
The Fort Jackson Bugles
War Games
Three for Yevgeny
Preservation Society
Dresden’s Frauenkirche Weeps for Notre-Dame de Paris
ABOVE AND BEYOND
My Lai Meditation
In Nam I Woulda Fragged Him
Agony in Egypt—April 8, 1970
Message from a Father Who Died on D-Day
Dachau Duty Revisited
For Dag Hammarskjöld
Adam’s Lament
Folly Beach Hotdogs
Ashley River
Edisto Hours
Main Crops, South Carolina
Listen
Melontime
Eat Strawberries and Seize the Day
Grandfather
Musing at the Music Barn
Saturday Night Fare
Machinist
Hampton Park Revisited
Sign Language
Filial
My Father
Pennies from Heaven
To Bury a Stranger
Flight 227
The Greatest Man
Transition
Message at the Dentist’s
The American Way
Prayer on the Eve of My Father’s Funeral
The Last Ride
Breaking News
The Girl Across the Street
My First Wife
Contrition
Have Faith and Wait
Visitation Rights
Paean to a Girl in a Poetry Workshop
Eugene Argues with Reason after Meeting Grace
Carolina Catechism
A Touch
Lines for a Young Poet
Poets in Trees
A Poet Learns the New Math
Menu for a Poet’s Breakfast
At the Writers Conference
Going for the Gold Bug
Overdose
Celestial Figs
Psyching Out My Psychiatrist
Captain Ahab’s Ditty
Haiku of a Whale
Haiku for the Happily Married
Ahead of the Game
Nuda Veritas
Celestial Navigation
The Eagle Within
Sailplane Pilot’s Fantasy in Flight
Sometimes Little Boys Can See Further
Lenten Meditation
Ash Wednesday Meditation
Holy Saturday Headline
Prayer for a Pandemic
The Dogwood Blossoms Disregard Social Distancing
Folly Beach in the Age of Coronavirus
The Tornadoes Next Time
Ditty for Saint Patrick’s Day
Destination Dublin
Lucca
A November Night beside the Irish Sea
At Trinity College
To My Second Wife
Second Child
After Inniskeen
Rhetorical Questions for John Berryman
Charity
Famine
The Untied Kingdom
A Regal Swan on the River Shannon
Waiting for the Train at Ballybrophy Junction
Forbidden Fruit at Dublin Airport
Rendezvous in Reykjavik
In a Deserted Farmhouse
Californication
Evolution
My Catheter Ablation
An Inauguration Day Lunch
Quartet for an Unholy Southern City
Exile
Re-Doing the Charleston
Sunset Concert at the Custom House in Charleston
Pulsed Out
Carolina Sands
Carolina Sands Elegy
On the Beach
Wine, Wild Flowers, and West Virginia
Fantasy for a July Day at Killiney Bay
Irish Mist
Fly Now, Pay Later
To the Girl Who Misguided Me in Halifax
That’s No Way to Say Goodbye, Tammy
Moment
Disquiet
The Last Tryst
Rendezvous in Raleigh
Passion and Ice
Carolina Rose
Remembering the Girl at the Party
The Rites of Thanksgiving
Outer Banks Explanation
Washington, D.C.
A Long Way from New Orleans
An Angel from South Africa
Summer Swimmer
September Poem
Winter Tree
To a Red-Haired Exorcist
A Loaf of Love
Weekend
Tribute to a Matriarch
Blue Robe
Boxing Day on Tobago
Upon Leaving Western Pennsylvania
Coffee and Solace
Praise God for Grits
Dinner Candles
Nomad
In the Land of Disenchantment
Run Silent, Run Deep
Final Decree
For a Lost Son
On Vacating a Condo in Reston, Virginia
A Pregnant Woman
Route 36
Rather than Olives
Slaughter of the Innocents
Solace on the Puget Sound
Love after the Flood
Perennial
Joy/La Joie
My Solemn Vow
Love Poem for a Dying Wife
Simple Words
A Widower’s Fifth September
A Widower’s Wistful Worship
Once upon a Time I Was Your Angel
A Clump of Cat
Menage a Quatre
Cooking with Gas
Hyphenated Happiness
Crying at the Krispy Kreme
Connubial Trash Talk
Walking Our Old Corgi
Our Cat Eschews the Evening News
In a Butcher Shop in Bushmills
Thank-You Note to My New Wife’s Late Husband
Table Talk
The Day I Killed My Cat
A Conclave of COVID-Conscious Cats
Valentine for a Cat Called Keats
The Good Vet
Where We Find Our Fathers
My Father the Philanderer
My Mother Stoned
Second Genesis
New Life
New Priorities
Mother’s Day
Two Years at Kitty Hawk
Sandbox
Summer Days with Daughter
Portrait of a Daughter
To a Second Granddaughter
To a New Son
The Words
Metaphors Be with You
A Somber Day in San Francisco
Coda
Foreword
Preface
Acknowledgements
Praise for Eugene Platt and His Collected Poetry
Also by Eugene Platt
About Revival Press
Weaned on War
Born in 1939, the fateful year the hateful
failed artist from Austria turned despot
ordered armored legions east and Poland fell
faster than the leaves of autumn in Hell,
I was weaned on World War II.
I grew up inspired by and wishing I’d
been one of the Greatest Generation.
Even so, as gung-ho as I would’ve been, filled
with outrage, fiercely if not fanatically patriotic,
I know I could’ve been killed instantly
in the Anzio, Iwo Jima, or Normandy landings,
or had my balls blown off in the Battle of the Bulge,
or torpedoed off Iceland in the murky North Atlantic,
kamikazied somewhere in the waste of the South Pacific
—and after eight bells given a quintessential burial at sea.
Conversely, I could’ve come home bedecked with medals
for having killed enough emissaries of the enemy
—some of them, perhaps, coerced into complicity,
but all pejoratively called in pre-PC days Japs,
Krauts
—to leave me limping with PTSD forever.
How I Escaped the Holocaust
Until age 82 I never knew I was a half-Jew.
Until age 82 and seduced into producing
a vial of saliva for trendy DNA testing, truly,
I thought I was purely one of the Unchosen.
As a young American soldier
after World War II wound down,
I found myself stationed in Munich,
the beautiful capital of alpine Bavaria.
Due to my newly discovered ethnicity,
had I been born in that ancient city,
I might have died in nearby Dachau
or been box-carred to faraway Auschwitz
to slave away day after day after day,
subsisting on watery gruel or maggoty mush
until it was my turn to be gassed and burned