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.