January 2006 /Volume Seven / Issue One
Doug Draime
Worker 1943-46

            He had Churchillís face
            and Hitlerís body,
            standing behind a
            a poster of Roosevelt
            (in his wheelchair). I
            was just born
            on the
            other
            side of the
            world. My daddy
            drove a Willyís
            panel wagon. They
            were bombing
            London, and bombing
            Indiana gravel pits...
            for the sport,
            and telling lies
            to their priests. He was
            pouring
            liquid
            steel
            from huge vats, drinking
            Old Grand Dad
            by the gallon and
            breaking the hearts
            of truck stop whores,
            who had
            brothers and husbands
            dying overseas
            for all of us.
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