T.V. Land In Vietnam
The liquid trees sweat
in the early morning heat,
Reaching out in a deadly grab,
I lie on the ground,
Chin in the mud,
Waiting for the dam to break.
The dead breath of air awakes,
Twigs snap in the distance,
And a bird’s siren cry alarms me,
I peer down my finder-scope,
Into a wonderland of cartoons,
As they dance out of the brush.
Fred Flintstone,
Bugs Bunny,
Mighty Mouse,
Each one reaches my cross
I fire, they fall,
Swimming in a pool of blood.
The sergeant comes to me,
Says I’m going to get a medal,
Says I did a great job,
But I slide down the finder-scope,
and dive into the pool.
I can’t go home now,
I must drown myself in red.
I can never tell my son,
Fred Flintstone,
Bugs Bunny,
And Mighty Mouse are dead.
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