My friend Adam
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my friend Adam answered the phone—furtive with a
slight hesitation, he’s feeling things out before he commits
to identifying himself,
then he groans in his early morning smoke scarred baritone,
“why won’t they let me do what I was meant to do?”
it’s a warrior’s lament, his demons demand service in the
arts of death, he wants to be in the Army, it was his father
before him and he wants it for himself,
just one problem,
in an earlier life he committed himself to
the art of tattoo’s from finger tips to the crown of his head,
tribal to his back where he wears a full Celtic Cross,
every week or so he travels to Indy to have a laser burn
the tattoos, the offending ink stains that the Army can’t accept,
his head looks like red topographical acreage marked on a map
from space, tiny little dots that fade the ink,
he says it burns for a while, but he can endure it and so far—well, so good.
I would not support many in their quests for service and war,
I have little taste for the blood letting, but
he is determined to be a soldier and he is my friend—“Go team!”
J. Masuda © 2005
slight hesitation, he’s feeling things out before he commits
to identifying himself,
then he groans in his early morning smoke scarred baritone,
“why won’t they let me do what I was meant to do?”
it’s a warrior’s lament, his demons demand service in the
arts of death, he wants to be in the Army, it was his father
before him and he wants it for himself,
just one problem,
in an earlier life he committed himself to
the art of tattoo’s from finger tips to the crown of his head,
tribal to his back where he wears a full Celtic Cross,
every week or so he travels to Indy to have a laser burn
the tattoos, the offending ink stains that the Army can’t accept,
his head looks like red topographical acreage marked on a map
from space, tiny little dots that fade the ink,
he says it burns for a while, but he can endure it and so far—well, so good.
I would not support many in their quests for service and war,
I have little taste for the blood letting, but
he is determined to be a soldier and he is my friend—“Go team!”
J. Masuda © 2005