i AM the dumbass.



merry is the man
with money in his hand
with grease between the wheels
and lamps in his latrine
and stacks of fresh towels for his wet hands
counting up all his toys
draining tent fire from the neighbors
sermons from soldier boys
like our young cadet
whose lords require sweat
til Spain is on its ass
surrendering Philippines
he's stuck in ruts wearing lead pants
buried chest-deep in a Maginot
wondering when he'll touch flesh again
next chance he gets he must tell her

"oh, you've got radium eyes."