By far the nicer
was not so dark
a secret, carried
the ravaged leg
back from Korea.
Erstwhile witness
lifted limbs from
the listless. Was
a water grass creature
issuing starch and
being the vertical
fibers of plant growth.
Going the way
the water went.
If still, stopping.
If krill, killing.
If ass in the
M.A.S.H. tent,
an affront to the vanquisht.
It is simple:
You have worked hard
your whole life
and your station was reduced
by some arbitrariness,
and you died, and you
gave up your life
to magnify the portcullis,
and you died, and you
made it back alive
but sustained some grave injuries.
Wight lift, that
Mila-Kunis-looking bitch
is made of life!
Justified the unit tattoo
with the new flesh.
Lifted the leg
over the temporal dike.
That one hurt.
Torn up flesh
was like dirt.
And how,
the desiccated beef sounds
and snifter of rye.
The arc lamp,
I love you very much.
