Sunday, April 24, 2005

III

The third in the series of numbered poems, this one composed the day the U.S. went to liberate Kuwait. More Whitman influence.

III

(On January 15, 1991)

I sing to America,
That heavenly land of mine,
Though in short,
I think it not be thine.

I sing to the soldiers
Who do this country proud.
Though casualty may fall,
Your names be shouted loud.

I sing to the people
With that one pronoun, WE!
Though we will not leave
Without loss or fee.

I sing to war
The damnest dirge I know.
For if war be not right
Why do we go?

Gosh is this bad.

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