He had Churchill’s face
and Hitler’s 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 Willy’s
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.