I need to know dad

I need to know dad
40 years ago
killing people with napalm and
agent orange
deep in those jungles somewhere
how did it make sense to spin the
cylinder defying the next click to
be the one

you sat there
drunken
in your chair feet swollen from
jungle rot or some weird fungus
half empty tilter of jim beam
then some time in the night
when the test pattern had an Indian’s
head
you doubled-up spun twice
and blew your fucking head off

I remember the smoke from the
barrel like god signing the last portrait
I’d ever have of you
mother was crying somewhere close
your body shook like your spirit couldn’t
kick free
then it stopped
blood dripped on your ribbons and medals

I had never seen them before.

J. Masuda © 2004


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Reply #1 Top
Outstanding Johnny!
Reply #2 Top
is this true ? I dont believe I remember that story - Man, I'm sorry you have so much good material - God bless you
Reply #3 Top
wow.