Emily Airdyne Mobile
Went on a picnic and ate a small meal,
Chatted with dolls and played in the grass,
Chased shadows away with her silly laughs.
Emily Airdyne Mobile
Liked to dance the Virginia reel,
Had a band on her little white hand,
Did splits when ever she can.
Emily Airdyne Mobile
Had a large name to fit a small frame,
Went away in a balloon made from lace pantaloons,
And hasn't returned from the moon to this day!
Emily Airdyne Mobile
We have Covid No Big Deal.
We sing, and dance do the Virginia Reel
Swing our partners round and round.
Prance our droplets all over this here town.
Showing our muscles, displaying our pecs.
None of us knowing the long-term effects.
We have Covid No Big Deal.
Let’s all share a community meal.
We will not wear masks or take precautions at all.
You cannot make us grow our brains big or tall.
Science means nothing. The CDC is our enemy.
We happily get our misinformation on TV.
IED
My legs like steel pistons
when I ran, winning gold medals
for galloping ovals.
Lean, hard, taut,
strong struts for farm work;
pivot points for the Twist, Virginia Reel,
or whirling my girl in a waltz.
Twenty-mile marches with fifty-pound pack
leading my company
over rugged mountains and through
waist-deep swamps.
Legs that led our company on
the silver bird and then off.
In to the dirt, dust ,heat
of the hell of Iraq.
Leading the patrol
slowly putting one foot
in front of the other,
feeling for the enemy.
A loud boom, a thunderclap.
The sudden stab of pain,
heat, burning in my legs.
Then, sudden darkness.
I saw myself racing, legs
carrying me across the finish line
first in every race.
Dancing with my girl.
I came to in a soft bed.
Looked down the white sheet
To where it dropped
To meet the bed.