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he was a slightly balding
man a
patriot in his mind
came back
a second time
from the police
action conflict that was
“never
a war”
and cried
nightly
but
still
believed
in “God and Country”

like the young girl who
once lived
down the street who
once sat at his feet who
was orphaned by
the very
same
war

her eyes finally
lit up “longlong ago
farfaraway”
on seeing
the cars
driven by pimps and
drug dealers
who
carried guns just
like her grand
father had

and fought
on the grounds
of this sacred land
what
was labeled a war
by the United States
government that
had not had
a war in oh so many
years

his eyes
her
both
(relative)
were rheumy and filled
with pictures
of youth

even though now that he
was old
er and
his gaze
was positioned in
ward he showed
no out
ward opinion except
his actions
and fetishes

his use
was o
ver in the eyes
of the
regiment
that he had
served
to so many
on a
pla
tter

that young girl
the one that walks
down the street now’days
is
such a buttercup such
a distant
relative
of young
now that her arms are
tattooed and strange

she is
his
sideprojectscorecard
her grand
father now
become
a judge
in the second circuit
court she is

wrinkledbetweenthelegsand
usedup like heis
though she never
lost her
morals
like he did from
the first time
he saw her

SCENE:
the light turns
GREEN shouts
OPENUPTHEWAYAND
(car)
GOAROUNDTHECORNER and
LET THE MASSES THROUGH
but even
in this
there is no
tourniquet for him
for
this one

and she slides again
out of his
open car door
out of
the seat of his car
which is now
just an-other
(elevator to the stars)
madeup
of the promise and
the aftermath
of heroin and
gumdropp dreams and

she
is
another casualty
discounted
in the red dawn
like
glow
of how
her kin still fucks her
and there
was never
even a war
for
her

by Louis Murphy

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