The son of the Allentown butcher
will lead the way
point man on the sweep today
through God’s heavenly green cathedral
Verdant canopy reaching to heaven
flickering sunlight illuminates
mottled parrots red and blue
on the moss a mantis waits
Her body rises as he kisses her mouth
he knows not where he ends and she begins
Pistol and stamen
intoxicating flower
Why am I here carrying a gun
and not with her
where I would rather be
inhaling her scent?
Tread softly lest I become
a clump of earth.
Will the cathedral know
I have passed this way
if I do not bleed
and mix my essence with the ground?
Will my footprint remain
a calling card of our appointment?
This afternoon just before
the twilight of Apollo
I will kill or be killed
by the son of the rice farmer
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http://johnkrohn.blogspot.com/2012/10/where-heros-once-walked.html
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toritto 
That war seems to be being forgotten too fast. At least to me.
Did you ever read this, by Joe Bageant? Recommended.
https://redflagflying.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/bred-for-meanness/
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed Pete. And thanks for the tip on the Rageant article. It is great and spot on. Regards.
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Cool.
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