Thursday, June 2, 2016
Heelspur's Victory - poem
“And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s Day.”
The great man seduces a ragged host
Of aged motorcycle commandos,
Appropriating their victories and sorrows
Channeling old Hollywood movie wars
How many of his Harley-mounted host
Fear-vomited in sour Cambodian mud
Or bled their youth out in sour desert dust
DD214 everyone? Anyone?
Don’t challenge keyboard commandos with the truth -
Who knows what anything is anymore?